As diaspora in inner cities and culture clashes is not only felt but seen. Portraits of our city are drawn out line by line over time on the sides of buildings, strung across busy streets, and echo within the hallowed halls of vacant buildings. The lack of understanding between people in the same block, same street, and same culture creates feelings of adversity- adversity perpetuated often by class divisions. The feeling of a need to rescue something that might not need rescuing victimizes the city. Who are the perpetrators then if the city is the victim?