Memphis is absolutely one of my favorite cities in the world. I love so much about it–the history, the creepy factor, the music, the feeling like something ridiculous or wild could happen at any moment. And it pisses me off and makes me feel so helpless the way the state treats Memphis like you’d treat an old woman shitting in your back yard–oh, well, there’s Myrtle, don’t look, kids. Don’t encourage her, and thank god she’s in the back yard where no one can see her.
I read this and I just about cried. Yes, let’s not even give kids in Memphis a chance. That’s just great.