I remember taking a freshman speech class in college. This was 1977. My professor, Dr. Schwartz, told us very matter-of-factly, that in America, the rich would get richer, and the poor would get poorer, until there was blood in the streets.
It's 33 years later and I can't help but think of that statement whenever I see the look of anger and hate among the urban poor. It's scary. They feel they have nothing to lose, and I really can't say that I blame them.
It's more than the urban poor. I notice people everywhere are tense, easy to lose their cool, and just plain hostile.
"Io sono stanco, sono imbigliato, and I wan't everyone here to know, there ain't gonna be no trouble from me..Don Corleone..Cicc' a port!"
