re: Illegal Honduran nationals distribute most of the drugs in San Francisco.

Friend,

Mother and I walked through the Tenderloin this morning. It was a sad, post apocalyptic setting I had not visited in a decade’s time. I did not see any Hondurans, but was offered “120 milligrams of the best stuff in the city.” He was a Black man. Forgive me if I tell you I was quite angry with this man. While I offered him liberation through repentance from his wicked ways, when he became hostile to my words, I rushed away, Mother’s arms locked in mine.

I was deeply hurt and visibly shaken when I saw one White man on the corner of Ellis and Jones Streets using a syringe to put something in his vein. I do not think it was insulin, as IV insulin could result in dangerous hypoglycemia in a non-hospital setting. I surmised later that it was likely a hypnotizing and soul destroying poison.

I wept for this neighborhood. I did notice more taco restaurants in the Tenderloin than there were ten years ago. We are once again staying at The Fairmont across the street from Grace Cathedral, one of the most beautiful Anglican churches in America. Just blocks away from the painful scenes I noticed the nicest Neiman Marcus in America, which is open once again. I shall have a full report shortly with many Top 10s. Let us pray for this beautiful city, and pray that SuperSaint will meet before we leave.

Yours,
TulaneLSU