Art by Olive Jamcracker, age 8
A long time ago, and once upon a time, fourscore and twenty years ago….
There was one hundred acres of mango trees, and a river ran through it filled with shrimps, oysters and clams. Little children waded through the brooks and swung from the branches, and ate mangos and hazlenuts all day long and slept in hammocks high in the treetops. It was, in fact, the proverbial utopia of harmony, that exists only in the imaginations of madmen,and dreamy eyed attention deficit children.
This land would have been mine. However, this land is not mine This land is not yours either, even though they say that this land was made for you and me.
Guess what happened to this land? It’s a garbage dump. Ripe and juicy mangos no longer fall from the trees. Those trees died a very long time ago. Wanna know why?
Because fruit trees won’t grow in toxic waste, of course, everyone knows that, everyone, except my parents. So why did they do it?