Alton has opened a small mechanic shop, Seven Palms Automotive in Las Vegas, and Jasmine lets my mother know there are jobs and whole houses there that can be rented for cheaper than apartments in LA. I accept this, that my mother is leaving, but I cannot help think that the drug war, the war on gangs, has really been no more than a forced migration project. From my neighborhood in LA to the Bay Area to Brooklyn, Black and Brown people have been moved out as young white people build exciting new lives standing on the bones of ours. The drug war as ethnic cleansing.
