Why we love the World Community Government

by Angela Duncan, 15 of Terrace Hills, New Jersey. (This counts as words too, Mrs Inguana?)

Since the, ‘revolution’, as dad calls it, things have been a lot different. Dad had been what he calls an, ‘unemployed master cabinet maker’, which is something to do with houses. He says he was poor, like the homeless people that stay on MLK Boulevard.

He liked to tell us about the olden days as we sat around the campfire roughing it, making our own s’mores and telling stories. Everyone else liked to tell scary stories, but not dad. He told us how he’d finally been able to start a business after the changes that brought about cheap labor.

At first, he said, there’d been uncertainty and wariness surrounding the hiring of criminals to round out a profitable crew, but once people understood that these workers did not need to be treated like real people and that it was okay to beat them when they looked at him funny or if they slacked off, others really got into the new deal too. He always said with pride that his was the first all-slave crew in Manhattan, although we never really believed him back then because we were young and dumb. Like 10 or something.