My car was out of gas in Florida City. Florida City is just south of Homestead. US1 ..North.. takes you back to the rest of America. US1 ..South... takes you to the Keys.
Hurricane Andrew just ripped the balls off south Florida. 1992. Miami needed help to rebuild. I went there looking for work. I found work. I worked in the tropical August sun for days without pay. I saw the Mennonites... God fearing Christians... The Sons of Jesus Mennonites set up a tent with hot food and sandwiches. I walked up to the tent and asked for a sandwich. There were dozens of mexican children and their mothers and fathers being not only fed, but housed and fawned over. "Are you a Christian?" I was asked. "I was born a Roman Catholic." I responded in my Brooklyneese-Brogue. I was told to Wait.
I waited.
and waited.
I watched them crawl on their knees to feed mexican children, mexican mothers and mexican fathers. I was really hungry. I just wanted a sandwich.
After another hour, the chief Mennonite walked up to me and sniffed outward. "There's no food left. Go." (There was plenty of food. I saw them feeding mexicans.)
I looked that motherfucker in the eyes and said, "Oh, really" or some kind of a cunt response like that and walked away.
I walked away across fields of devastation. Back to my car. Back to the tent next to my car. You have to understand... Homestead and Florida City ..Kendall and Naranja... Naranja was gone. Homestead had a million houses without roofs. It was a bad storm.
I'll never forget you fucking Mennonites. I reached out for help and you cut my hand off. ...brother.
My car was out of gas in Florida City. Florida City is just south of Homestead. US1 ..North.. takes you back to the rest of America. US1 ..South... takes you to the Keys.
Hurricane Andrew just ripped the balls off south Florida. 1992. Miami needed help to rebuild. I went there looking for work. I found work. I worked in the tropical August sun for days without pay. I saw the Mennonites... God fearing Christians... The Sons of Jesus Mennonites set up a tent with hot food and sandwiches. I walked up to the tent and asked for a sandwich. There were dozens of mexican children and their mothers and fathers being not only fed, but housed and fawned over. "Are you a Christian?" I was asked. "I was born a Roman Catholic." I responded in my Brooklyneese-Brogue. I was told to Wait.
I waited.
and waited.
I watched them crawl on their knees to feed mexican children, mexican mothers and mexican fathers. I was really hungry. I just wanted a sandwich.
After another hour, the chief Mennonite walked up to me and sniffed outward. "There's no food left. Go." (There was plenty of food. I saw them feeding mexicans.)
I looked that motherfucker in the eyes and said, "Oh, really" or some kind of a cunt response like that and walked away.
I walked away across fields of devastation. Back to my car. Back to the tent next to my car. You have to understand... Homestead and Florida City ..Kendall and Naranja... Naranja was gone. Homestead had a million houses without roofs. It was a bad storm.
I'll never forget you fucking Mennonites. I reached out for help and you cut my hand off. ...brother.
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