The Anti-Community and Those Who are Attached to It

One of my most vivid memories (for good reason, you’ll see) is of a cool fall morning in 2006. I was a seventh grader, going to school at West Side Junior High School in East Chicago, Indiana. I had recently moved in with my mom following a dispute with kids in my former school (a story for another time). She had custody of my two youngest siblings; one of which I would walk to the bus stop with every…