...the train tracks...
I lived in Boston this summer. My apartment was right around the corner
from a railyard. I would sit on the overpass, staring through the
fence, and contrast where I lived in Lower Allston with the hulking
skyline in the distance.
To the left of the tracks was the freeway, to
the right an electronics factory that was in the process of laying off
all its workers and voiding their contracts. They would be out there
everyday picketing. Mostly Asian women and their children, new immigrants
with little knowledge of English. They had so many promises broken and were
constantly faced with the burning irony that their jobs were being outsourced to
factories across Asia. Not much of a severence package, having the
American dream they sought packed up and shipped abroad to the place
they chose to leave. Despite all the baggage it carries, this is still
my favorite view of the city.
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