After all, everybody knows the rich white folks don’t want to look at ugly gray cinder block shanties. It ruins supper on the terrace. That entire story is pretty much a metaphor for my experiences in justice work. I’m well-meaning but ignorant. I only know the stories I’m told, and too often I long for a quick-fix happy ending. When I heard the truth of the painted houses of Jalousie, my stomach sank. Because I’d fallen for the beautiful facade. Again.
Jalousie
