“You can’t complain when other people have it worse” is a lie that people in power tell because it sets people in bad circumstances up in a competition. It means when we share our stories, we are always quietly fighting for the prize of being the worst off, and getting a tiny scrap of sympathy.
That keeps us from getting together and asking, why are our circumstances so bad and how can we make them better? It means only one person gets to complain and that person does it alone. As opposed to people working in concert to change their lives, to give each other strength and advice and encouragement.”
Ever wonder what happens when you die? I found him outside his apartment building, as the city woke up in the cool a.m. light, dead. Jonathon Fowler, blood everywhere in haphazard splatters, for all intents and purposes appearing to have jumped. But how could that be? Young, white, male, free; middle-aged, middle-class, middle-of-the-road. Just as many rungs on the ladder left to climb as to fall. I know he fell, though. I was there when he jumped. See, I’m Jonathon Fowler too.