Personal Narrative: My Trip To Union Square

I feel like I hit the jackpot with this one, this was the second to last days I would end up going to Union Square and was I happy I decided to. As I was sitting on the steps, I looked over to spot a man who had stains on his t-shirt, paint dripped on his boots and a rather intense opinion about politics. He had a sign that said “Free Speak out” on it and he was definitely cutting it loose with his opinion (Fig. 11). “I’d like to bring up a few points about Hilary that people don’t know before handing the mic over. She overthrew the government of Honduras, we know that. Now Honduras is a wreck, it was a wreck before, it’s even worse now. (Eric). “Ok, were going to open up the mic, this is a free open speak out and we’d like to hear what other people have to say” (Eric). The gentleman named Eric who was first speaking as seen in (Fig. 11) was the one who organized

When I would walk around I would see not just homeless people but what looked like junkies or what we used to call them in Indiana, “Bridge kids.” These were a type of people who were usually homeless looking in nature, did a lot of drugs, always had a dog of some sort they would tote around and looked like they had just left a show at Woodstock. It wasn’t that I was resistant to them as people, I was resistant because I had someone in my family who chose to live a lifestyle like this and I was uncomfortable around them, very painful memory. But as I came to Union Square more often and began to learn the culture and meaning of this space, it dawned on me that this was a place where people like the bridge kids felt comfortable hanging out with each other. They were allowed to be themselves in this space because no barrier would make them leave. So I became ok with it and am glad I was able to change my point of view of Union