“Cornithaca County” is a fictitious name for a real future. The first part of this book will contain stories, games, jokes, and activities that dissect the actions and intent of elitist policy making in the county. The second part will document actual incidents and issues that raise questions about the conduct of those who have been entrusted with the welfare of the public at large. At the end of the book, I will present a powerful circumstantial case — and a chilling denouement.
I’m Doug from the inside out, and these books are a part, but just a part, of me.
I’m very independent in thought and action, so a conventional appearance is restful, protective, and a little amusing.
I like and respect people with very different views from my own.
The Rural Social Justice thread in these books is the armature that gives structure to pieces intended to provoke, inspire and feed the reader’s thinking and imagination.
Few people will read them; but it only takes one to make all the difference.
I’m not passing a torch — I’m just holding the door.
July 31, 2020
I live in an Ag Ghetto. I call it an Ag Ghetto because the local policy is one of containment: contain the poverty, contain the crime, contain the drugs. The deputies patrol the borders of the Ag Zone and only enter when called, write a report, and leave. A kid was tossed onto the road outside my house while playing a game where they stand on the truck of a car as it drives around. It’s the sort of games they allow kids to play in the Ag Ghetto. He landed on his head. He died. • • The Ag Zone is no Old MacDonald’s Farm; it more like “Fire Down Below”: people use the land as a dumping ground, buy off the residents futures with next to nothing, while telling them they’re lucky to get anything at all — and the residents know who calls the shots at the sheriff’s dept. and the regulatory offices.