I live in Small Town Appalachia. We don’t even have a gas station. We have a little movie theatre no one goes to. Mainly, we grow food so the country can eat. The people here are racists. The people here are Christian Warriors whose ability to confront (anything) stays in church because they are not that brave. Men want to fight. A woman’s job is to prevent their husbands from jumping into the truck to go find some Trans Kids and kill them. I am serious. They want to kill trans kids even if they’ve never seen one. The Constitution does not mention transsexuals. People don’t know what the Constitution says or stands for. The Supreme Court is Perry Mason. Everyone is armed. The Constitution is okay with guns. People are turning inward to find a lot of empty space. Churches on every corner. What they hear on Sunday morning is a vitriolic, naked hatred. The hate is coming at them from all sides. Migrants used to pick the crops. Crops are ruined. On the vine, and in our crazy minds, we already knew the country was sliding down mountains of mud not unlike Hurricane Helen sweeping through. The hurricane homeless are all still here. Seeing homeless people was a shock. Folks are not reading the speeches of Lincoln. Illiteracy stalks us. Our schools all look like prisons because they are prisons. We do not have a detention center yet. They’re coming. The constitution does not mean us. We have cut down all the trees. Life in Appalachia is a complete pornography. Lincoln would weep.