I’m not that important, I’m really just a farm boy from Kansas. I was raised by a mom and dad who loved, me, tried to instill in me a sense of what was right and what was wrong. There’s not much that one man can do, but I’ve always tried to do my best.
I started as a street reporter, and I’ve been working my way up since then. I’ve won a couple of awards, but it doesn’t mean much if I can’t help the people around me. I try, but the current situation means that my help has to be other than financial, and that hurts sometimes. But I try to help out, I try to be a part of my community, I try to support whatever causes I can, because I am part of this city.
I’ve written stories on corrupt business men, on tragedies that befell the citizens of this city, on the joys that we’ve all shared. I’ve been a part of this city my entire adult life and I have found it to be a place that accepted me with open arms. I have loved this city, and I think it loves me back to some degree.
We stand as people, we stand together. Each of us looking for truth, or justice, or maybe just dreaming about The American Way… whatever that means. We need to stand together though, those of us who wear a big red cape, and those of us who type quietly, missing all the action again. We’re all in this together, and I’m proud to stand with all the citizens of this great world.
My name is Clark Kent, I am the 99%.
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