I am a communist. The NYT finds me offensive. I have seen more in this lifetime than you can know. We need help understanding poverty. The condescending alone. Dust. You will be dust along with the rest of our bones. I want to be there. To spit when America eats that dust it so richly deserves. I have worked with disabled children for fifty years. Every morning, they arrive at Head Start Day Care For Kids With Extraordinary Needs. We unstrap them. We do it. Not you. Ever suction out the drowning mucus of a 4-year-old on a stretcher who is dying but your job is to teach him math. I pretended to do it because I needed to survive, too. I am the bad guy. There was no food. You, Tim, bought the food before you came to work. Administration. No male stays with kids. Not one twisted like a pretzel kid benefited. Suits just drive me Miss Sugar Nut. I Hate Them. Special Ed buses were crashing into rural ditches because we did not rate snow tires. America is vicious and cheap. Kids. Mute, deaf, blind, and at risk for everything from being raped to asphyxiation. The NYT never includes us. We are literally condemned to the boiler room so you do not have to look at it. Death to Day Care. You marginalize those of us who do not fit in. Where is OUR reporter. NYT is big (especially in comments) on fitting in. They are cruel, malevolent, obsessed with academics. YOU get in this room right now, put on your mask, and HELP ME with 30 of these kids. In one little room and it stinks.