Getting Ronald Reagan to visit the South Bronx
by Oscar Bermeo
For once, no one ran from the sirens. Everyone cheered on the star spangled light show racing towards destruction. 1976 was on fire and no one gave a damn. Fathers raised children for a better view of the flames even though few could see through the grey dense cumulus.
After the celebration, paying in the warm rubble, I wondered what they expected us to build with just this ash?
