Suburban Tomb

Published: Jul 22, 2018

I am tired of entitled old people who complain about how the lack of public transportation leaves them stuck in their suburban homes.

Many of these same people spent years fighting to keep public transportation out of their neighborhoods. After all, they didn’t need to use public transportation. Why would they? They had access to a car. A car they kept parked in front of a house they paid for with their high school diploma and middle‐class job. Public transportation is for the poor. Why would they need to ride in same vehicle as them?

Supporting public transportation means increasing their property taxes. Why would they do anything to harm their chance at the American Dream?

That perfect house.

That picket fence.

Now, that house is 30 minutes away from anything and they can’t drive.

The very thing they spent so long protecting is now their prison.

Now, if they’re lucky, they have to wait hours for the one accessible van just to leave the house.

The very same service that disabled people have to use ever since the bill to expand public transportation to the suburbs got voted down.

Now that their autonomy is as diminished as their senses.

Now that society is no longer catering to people who move like them.

Who think like them.

Who look like them.

Now that the system they spent a lifetime building to oppress others has finally oppressed them.

Now that it has begun to show its age and faults and flaws.

Now it’s an injustice.

Now it’s unfair.

Now is suddenly the time for change. For equality. For compassion.

Now, it’s too fucking late.

I have no fucking sympathy for these people. They did everything in their power to protect the system that catered to them for so long without a thought for those it was hurting.

They loved that house of theirs so damn much they didn’t care about the horrible injustices that made up its foundation.

I hope it was worth it, because that’s all they have now and I don’t have any sympathy if its walls become their tomb.