A one-sided phone call, 1:48 P.M., 8/15/17
Martha and her son are raising her two granddaughters in the multigenerational, Baltimore City family home, which is not owned outright as there is a second mortgage on it.
I’ve never lived anywhere else and I’ve always loved Baltimore, but it’s time to go for the girls. The neighborhood is overrun by blacks, who have become very threatening. Jesse [her adult son] stopped one armed group, and he stopped the one that was stabbing the white girl next door, but he can’t be everywhere at all times. Besides, it’s only a matter of time before he gets arrested for this shit.
The worst situation is school. Both of the girls have been attacked numerous times at school and the authorities do nothing, Last year they were both kicked in the face by black girls. We transferred them to a less violent school, but it’s almost as bad.
The only question left is getting the hell out. I can’t sell this place and will need money to start out.
The author explains how he escaped a mortgage in Baltimore to evacuate his family in 2000, and she reviews.
So I don’t pay the bank for three months. I use the first month’s payment for a security deposit, the second month’s for the first month’s rent and the third month’s for the moving expenses?
She tells the author that her son’s close friend has just been hit by a car and won’t be available to help move.
And you’ll get us help with moving the furniture and all?
Thanks you so much. I’d say I’m going to miss you, but since your stingy ass can’t walk five blocks to knock on my door, I don’t suppose you’ll be visiting us in West Virginia. Call me so we can get together before I get the hell out of this place.
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