By John Kanelis / johnkanelis_92@hotmail.com
One day soon we are going to return to the city of my birth, where I came of age, where I met the girl of my dreams and where we brought our sons into this world.
I wonder what I am going to see on the streets of downtown Portland, Ore.
Media keep telling us of the riots that break out seemingly every night there. Police brutality is the subject of people’s anger. They are lighting fires, throwing rocks at cops, venting their rage over events that occur not just on their streets, but on streets in other communities.
I also hear the push back from those who say that downtown Portland remains as lovely a place as ever … for the most part! There are only “pockets” of damage brought by rioters.
The never-ending story: Rioting and arson in Portland – HotAir
When I tell people these days where I’m from, I occasionally get one of those side glances that suggests, “Oh, you’re from there? From that place? Where all the rioting is occurring?”
I once sought to go to Vietnam during the war because I had heard all kinds of conflicting tales of what it “was like” from returning veterans. The Army granted my wish. I found out for myself.
I am filled with the same sense of curiosity now about my hometown. I want to see it for myself and draw my own conclusions and I will pray that I won’t be horrified at what I see.
Don’t worry. Our fair city is as lovely as always, spring is in the air and the rhodies are about to bloom. Yes, broken police infrastructure and intransigence on the part of its leadership is an issue on the front burner, but looking out our front door you’d swear it was the ideal place to live. (Your friends are right that a few blocks downtown around police installations have been affected by protestors, but all is well otherwise.)