“There are greenshoots here.”
not
his words wished
they were he
immediately understood the concept he didnt
take a plant down until he was sure it was completely dead often he didnt as he preferred
their deadconfiguration to their absence
because he might be wrong and greenshoots
appeared
the words were Chai Komanduris
his motto “Instead of letting differences separate us, why not use these
differences to bring us together.”
he agreed
but who is us
us are literate
he read an article that reported
fiftyfour percent of American adults from sixteen he had an issue qualifying
sixteenyear olds as adultsparticularly
contemporary sixteenyear olds to seventyfour COULD NOT read at
a Sixth grade level
he read at a
high school level when he was nine
but he was a reader
his mother fed him booksread to him when he hadnt learned yet
that wasnt cheating
the world unfolded
the world was on pages
he had a dull ache
it was fromhe was confident that Americas dismal illiteracy
has been a public plan been in-the-works for better than a generation an intentionaldeliberate act tossing sand in the gears for leadingnot
really unquestioning idiots is easier than having to
answerbe exercised by so-very-inconvenient questions
he hoped there were greenshoot
rather than deadsticks to be burned
after 1800hrs, Twosday,
15 2. 22
1120, Day-between-Two-Ts, 16 2.
22
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