I am a communist. I lived in SF for decades. I like the no cars paradigm. I lived in a hole in the Tenderloin. I’m poor. Looking at the photography that goes with this piece, startled me. I was working in a group home for neurodivergent autistic children. I had a 14-year-old student I will call James. James was profoundly autistic. He lives in diapers. He has no language. James ran away at night in his pajamas. How he got to the Great Highway from Alamo Square is anyone’s guess. I imagine he found a bus driver who let him on the bus. James had no money. He does not know what money is. He had no money to get on that bus. There is no way he could have walked to the beach. I was of the opinion he had been sexually abused because James was found in the exact location of this photography, and just seeing it again fills my soul with dread. If that had been an area where people were moving about, roller skating, riding bikes, surfing, someone could have raised the alarm. There was, instead, lots of traffic. And no car is going to stop for a half-naked fourteen-year-old boy holding a disposable diaper box (the only thing he owned). No one was there for him. It was an urban pornography. Even if you asked him his name, he does not speak. He has never spoken, and he never will speak. He did not know how to run. The cops brought him home. I was off when James walked out. I closed the agency down by writing in a newspaper about James’s escape. I cannot look at this beach one more time.