25 Years Later

On May 8, 1991, my neighbors, Joseph (12) and John (11) Augustine died in a car accident on the corner of Route. 29 and Crestmoor Drive.

I didn’t find out until I got home from school when I got a phone call from a local reporter who asked me for a comment. It was the first I had heard of it and needless to say, I was upset. (Years later, I learned of another death from a reporter who called me.)

Today, it’s been 25 years since it happened. Their parents still live in the house next to the one I grew up in, where my father still lives.

Here is the original Washington Post article.

No Big Deal Here

One day this past week, I walked down the Mt. Vernon Square Metro escalator, heading home from work, just like I do every day.

“Excuse me!” Someone yelled, maybe 25 feet or so away from me. I’m not interested. I had a train to catch and if I gave my undivided attention to everyone asking for money outside Metro, I’d never get anywhere. It’s a very common thing.

“Fucking white people,” the guy said in my direction when it was clear I wasn’t going to answer him.

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