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Lucas figured out that Foucault was a scientologist
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While Panda was at her music lesson someone started yelling outside. I went and stood out on the porch. It was a black man who was going off about having been abused as a child and needing help but no one cares. He was yelling at people in cars stuck in traffic. Not approaching any cars or being threatening. He just seemed super bummed. Possibly a bad trip. Possibly PTSD. Maybe some of both. I’m not sure.
While I was standing there one of the white dads came out and said “Don’t worry, someone inside called the police.”
I said “THAT is what I was worried about!”
I ran down to the man and he looked right through me. I said “I don’t know if you think the police can provide you with the kind of help you are looking for. If you think they can stay. If you don’t walk away fast. Someone inside called.”
He said “Listen lady, I DON’T want to talk to YOU!” then he walked away fast.
I didn’t know what else to do. Hopefully he found somewhere to wind down. Hopefully he finds some support.
When I went back inside the dad looked surprised that I talked to the guy. I told him that I was way more scared of the police than of him. And that I didn’t trust police to de-escalate a “situation” with an emotional and not 100% lucid black man.
He said “Oh. Right. Good point.”
Then we both got teary eyed.
He had forgotten that some people fear police.
I had forgotten that some people don’t.
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