Who sees a fire in their neighbor’s yard and walks off without doing anything? A young white dude who flips houses for a living, that’s who. Who does something? Hint: It was not a white dude.

March 1, 2017 at 8:55 pm (creative writing, culture, ethics, exploring interconnectedness, issues, life, living, politics, random, relationships, Uncategorized, urban life, Writing)
Tags: communication, cooperation, dumb shit people do, fires, Issues, Mexican Americans, people, race relations, real events, relationships, urban living, White Dudes, Writing

For today’s Lunch:

One back yard fence line fire started by~

One older white male neighbor’s smoldering pit fire.

Who burns ‘whatever’ in a pit all day and night long when it’s been dry as hell?

An older white dude used to doing whatever he wants.

Late this morning–after I’d put out seed and water:

One younger white dude living in the house next to the fire starter’s saw the fire reach the wood pile along the fence.

Young white dude did nothing.

He thought it was “a grill thing”.

There is NO grill anywhere in sight in any yard.

It was our Mexican American neighbor, Edgar, who lives on the other side of the block who came to the front door and told me about the fire along the fence separating our yards.

He wanted to know if he could use the hose to put out the fire by the fence.

Together we went to work with shovels and hoses.

His wife called the electric company to alert them to the danger to the electric ‘box’ on the ground

There were English as a second language ‘language’ and location issues.

A map would have been very useful for the person answering the electric company phone. As in for seeing that the addresses on one side a block are on a different street than those on the other side of a block along another street. So much for Google maps if you’re working for the Power and Light Company.

We sorted that communication problem out via my resorting to what is commonly known as “bitch” mode in very loud English.

The Power and Light person kept repeating “Call 911.”

I asked her to call 911–she had the address–because WE , Edgar and I, were busy keeping it contained.

A man from Power and Light came to check the ground electric box.

The fire department did not put in an appearance.

The fire is out.

 

Which neighbors can I do WITHOUT?

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