Every time I see a dirty looking white or non African, non Asian dude walking these streets, I think back to Michaek Westen, or that randy dude from Strikeback.
They may not always look so on the outside but, on the off-chance you do make eye-contact with them. You'll notice something. A dead intelligence, an unnatural excitement, a ruthless determination.
So then I think: Michael Westen or the guy that Michael Westen is going to catch in a few days, hours, minutes... who knows?
Thinking of a stranger as a CIA asset or a ruthless criminal seems less cruel and less pitiful than the poor, helpless first-world reject they very well could be.
In Kenya, we don't make movies about poverty because it's so rampant it would be boring to pay to watch something you see everyday.
In America and Europe, they don't make movies about poverty because it's so minimal that it, I imagine has bo real effect. The poor are not as attractive a minority as the cancerous, the terrorists, the impossibly rich or, say, the gay.
I suppose in away that my not wanting to see poor white dude walking around looking pitiful is as a result of watching films where oppulence is revered and destitution is swept to the corner and an antique flower pot thrust over it.
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