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Emma H's avatar

My mother-in-law grew up on Henry Street and her home missed the bulldozers, but her mother and grandmother moved to Fremont and the house where my partner grew up.

My partner's grandfather worked at the port and died young, part of the toll of years the diesel and bunker oil took from the people here.

Now we're back in Prescott and we learn the bits of the history and the ghosts. A neighbor across the street remembering my mother-in-law's hair. The unhoused people who grew up here and and were forced out by the greed of landlords.

There's talk of closing 980, the gash severing us all from Downtown, but people worry that the land won't be used to house the people displaced by 1960's urban planning, racism, and straight up greed.

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Jill Swenson's avatar

I'm haunted by the place where my mother grew up the granddaughter of homesteaders on unceded Red Lake Reservation land and this so deeply spoke to me as I've spent the past ten years learning what history the place can teach me. Excellent commencement address.

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