I can. I could.
I, too, have sought justice and been disappointed. Though I laid claim to my experience and the truth of my pain, I found it lacking in the eyes of a blind institution. Who is at fault? asked blanched, stony lips. Who can say? I can. I can. I could. I could.
Many years later, facing a different type of injustice, I see my own anger for the drop that it is in an ancient ocean of enduring. Who can join such a wave, when their anger is not mine, though familiar? I can. I can. I could. I could.
– K Paige Medina, USA