I spoke up again. “This is a crisis. This is an emergency.” I talked about needing bottled water for the infants in the city, or premixed formula. And the water had to be switched back immediately. “That’s impossible!” Henderson had been sitting at the table for almost an hour and hadn’t said a word, but now she finally spoke up, with unshakable certainty. She made it clear that there was absolutely no money for Flint to switch back to Detroit water. “The pipeline to Detroit has already been sold.” She shot me a disapproving why-are-you-wasting-my-time-with-this-crap look.
