The Community Security System is dead
Letters from a great grandfather Dear my grandson. I am thrilled to know that finally you are reading my letter. I hope and believe that you will share with other young people. You should. Perhaps its contents may heal our community. The community I so much loved and cherished. As my fleshless bones, what remains of my fingers, coil around the imaginary pen, I writhe with pain from the greaseless friction. Yet I have to write, regardless of the pain and suffering. I have to write. It’s a duty I have to the human race, to my grand sons and daughters and to God. The Community Security System is dead. My grandson, the human head has lost its wisdom and that has made our communities vulnerable. I look at what you call advancement with sad eyes. How you now secure our beloved communities with lock and key. How you trust physical substances with your life and invest in material inventions to secure your lives, your health, your being. Your generation has lost it son. Have ...