4:46pm

Today they came for the car that had served as their home for 3 months. The man - multiple narcotics violations, petty theft, had served jail-time before. His voice was hoarse as a dry riverbed from all the drugs and alcohol that he had washed down over the years. The female - older, mid-50's, not much on her. She really got me. As the police loaded the car onto the flatbed tow-truck, I could hear her cries - tears that could fill an entire planet with oceans, a world of thunderstorms and agony. "How did it come to this?" I hear King Theoden's words bouncing off the castle walls...A people turned to exile, no room, no stars, a place where the people roam lost. There was a social worker, bald white man in a grey tweed sport coat to provide counsel to the couple. He spoke mostly to the female, The male fleeing across the street in a fit of rage. For them today was a visit to hell. They lost everything. Intervention came for them too late. Would she go to a shelter? Would they be out on the streets? I have more hope for the woman than I do the man. Today I bear witness to what the various stages of abandonment, depression, addiction, can do to people. It turns people feral, expels them from themselves. Today I stare at injustice face to face. What can we do, what can I do, to reign in true justice among my fellow people?