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FEAR Fear is not only in the hearts of soldiers, civilians under bombardment, children caught in crack wars, it grips the chests of suburbanites wondering if they will lose their jobs, their houses; it gnaws at the stomachs of teachers who, holding a frightened child, fear charges of sexual misconduct, humiliated even if found innocent. Of course, they dress in confidence return home to where brochures promised idyllic estates on quarter acre plots, gardens to make them feel like farmers in look-alike houses on streets of contrived curves, spending the next thirty years paying the mortgage. Still they got more house for the money than in better parts of town, had a bit of green, on which to raise children and tomatoes, hold a barbque, have a glass of wine by a winter fire. Not bad for kids from starved in Sunday night their fear returns-- this world will vanish if the boss decides, a better bottom line means cutting them.
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