Fatherless, condemened inhabitants of disenfranchised communities stand defiant, clutching pistols and selling anything they can to fend for themselves on these broken corners. Distant rumblings of cars coming from interestate 10. The smell of uncut grass during humid Louisiana summers. Debris, representing the broken dreams of the disenfranchised poor as they float hopeless by the banks of the Mississippi River. White, clapboard, "shotgun homes" losing their battle with time and the elements, imploding slowly back onto their foundations from decay and neglect. Children playing barefoot in a field of magnolias next to it, momentarily distracted from the sense of despair that hangs like a moldy curtain over their existence. They are the poor and unloved. This is South Baton Rouge. My name is Shawn Anthony. This is our story.
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