Yellow Jackets

Last night I had the opportunity to relive my time at Berkeley High.

My good friend, Itamar, wrote a play about our experience in high school – the racial tension, the violence, the students living in fear. Ah, memories. Watching it brought all those feelings back.

I’m not gonna lie to you. It wasn’t pleasant.

I found the whole experience of watching the play depressing because there really are no easier answers to the problems that plague Berkeley High, and the rest of the world. We’re still divided by race, culture and class. I’ve just managed to distance myself from thinking about it all hours of the day.

So what’s the solution?