Perspective and history

27 Feb

TERFs up!

It wasn’t until I read Upton Sinclair’s The Jungle that I truly understood my family. Until that time, the seemingly irrational fears and the history of violence looked like free floating maladaptation to life.

In its story I found many of the details I did know: the tavern my gangster grandfather owned, the delicatessen my mother grew up in, and the Back of the Yards neighborhood my parents grew up in, that my great grandparents on my father’s side had been in America earlier to work in the stockyards, but had left after only a few years. But the book did not remain silent beyond these hollow facts. It taught me that my great grandparents had probably returned to Europe impoverished and broken in mind and body. It told me that both sides of my family had been sold get-rich schemes by con artists and, against the odds, they didn’t…

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