They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

is if it’s on my property!” The owner spat. “You people are parasites! You think the world owes you a living?”

The air went silent. Parasites.

I stepped forward. I unzipped my jacket. I reached into my pocket. The officers’ hands drifted to their holsters. “Easy,” I said. “Just getting my wallet.”

I pulled out my military ID. Vietnam. 1971. I held it continue reading …