The memories I have here have all but dwindled away, as I realize more and more what insanity I see around me as I walk the Fresno streets. For the past year I have been moon struck, in the glow of Fresno's upper middle class neighborhoods. I had lost sight of the world of hate and poverty that existed around me. As the light slowly fads I see the ignorance in this place, Clovis and North Fresno. Going the way of sprawling suburbia distancing it self more and more from its so called dark mense, all of the impoverished lower class that they see as breading hate and violence. Of course if one of these, in there terms "ethnic" groups is able to live among them they have no problem. It is a vail of rasism, a vail of hate, an iron curtain. "On the outside is evil, we must build larger walls and have more police to keep us safe." Its ultra White Protestant Evangelistic religious values, prominently displayed across church bulletin boards, "reason is the enemy of faith", "there is a place hotter then Fresno".

There is wall that divides the population here, and an irony that they fail to see. They have built there crystal palace and placed there money ideals there, their worship of this false God, for all to see. Yet, no one does. They do not worship God, they worship themselves and there own piece of mind. They lack what makes us human, fear. They have nothing to fear. But this is not a question of relgion it is a question of faith, what is it and where do you really place it? They surround their castle with a moat and guard it with guns, butanes and spinning red lights. Bad things only happen in the news, and life goes on. Why haven't they learned from other suburban hells, why isn't the test of history ever applied? The so called "American Dream" failed us long ago, yet we push forward. Wether it be Democrat or wether it be Republican. Neither here apply, because neither give any say to the people who matter. It is lost in the prospect of idealism, the prospect that there is opportunity, both are lost in the disparity between the classes. Yes, there is a class war. It comes from all sides

There is a dark conner never seen here by most well to do people of Fresno. The most extreme poverty in the nation. I was lost for a while in my own self interest, I forgot about my past. I never want to be here again, but I must change this place. I must make them see.

The sunsets here a bright red streak across the sky, as the sun cuts through the smog. In one moment it is a beautiful picture. A grain of salt is needed. The harsh reality is not that, it paints an agonizing metaphor of its true meaning. Ecological disaster, in the most polluted place in the nation. The red is blood on the hands of every inch of land that was taken here, the false and insincerity that is Fresno. A beautiful harsh reality that I will never give up hope on, Fresyes.