that’s degrees removed. You don’t
think about it. But this camera had
a face. I went through those
pictures, knowing how much my
family pictures meant to me, and I
thought, I haven’t stolen a camera.
I’ve stolen someone’s memories.
I’ve stolen part of someone’s life.
It’s such a strange thing, but in
two years of hustling I never once
thought of it as a crime. I honestly
didn’t think it was bad. It’s just stuff
people found. White people have
insurance. Whatever rationalization
was handy. In society, we do
horrible things to one another
because we don’t see the person it