The Money Lines

In dowtown Los Angeles there is a single street that separates the opulent commercial district from the beginnings of skid row. Those fortunate enough to have window offices but not so fortunate as to have them on the other side can sit in cusioned chairs in air conditioned rooms and look out upon streets full of tents, poverty, and crack.

In the southern- and westernmost corner of our country there is a dividing line of political sorts, but also economic. It separates a people marinating in luxury from those who don't have a steak to marinate.

Who can cross those lines? Are the homeless welcome into the skyscrapers? Are poor Mexicans invited to visit America?

So how is the one group going to know the other? Whose responsibility must it be?