I am a communist. Another New York Times dual NYT piece that refuses to give voice to poverty – AND – they are infinitely obstructionist, not so much politically, but culturally. There is no political unless there is culture that agrees to implemment. “The most pro-worker thing we can do is to demand what we as workers need to survive.” No one said that. I did not read anything even close to that. Mostly, I am wasting my brain writing comments for the New York Times. Another abyss. Neither Collins or Stephens ventures too long outside the arena of tap dancing all the privileged rhetoric like cardboard luggage. No one writes from the perspective of Poverty At This Transitional Historical Moment That Isn’t Going Anywhere. Infrastructure isn’t going to happen. Americans elect – time after time after time – fat old white men (that IS civil because it’s true). I am told I am not appropriate. I am too radical for a poverty beat. Find Poverty. I want someone who is impoverished and hungry today. Put it into words. Let us in to see it so we can begin to smell the beast. They beat us at College Submissions. They cheat. Stop tap dancing armound poverty, Gale and Bret. It is not just the public policy. How does poverty smell. The hunger I feel. Why do we continue to march with the fat old white men who lead us – into what. The New York Times’ policy is one of Quick, Find An Academic. What poverty feels like. Only no academic is poor. When are we going to give up the misguided emptiness that these fat old white men will save us. The New York Times only wants the wealthy academic. They keep us in our mute place. They kick me into the street 8 times out of 10. I am silenced. Why are we here. There is a do over. DIY.