Sent email to F.R. (cc-ing my co-worker) - heavily edited but still an open declaration of "This Means War" to the building owner.

I wish now that I had not engaged directly, but had skipped right to reporting (anonymously) to Code Enforcement and asking them to inspect the building.

How easy to follow the little pressures - I think about the banality of evil - this is so minor - but the un-minor part is the pressures & constant feeling that doing nothing is much easier - I can't express this well but there is something terrible in the doubts & self justifications and feeling of powerlessness and acceptance of an answer. What I think is, where in my life is this bigger and I am not facing it? Where should I be resisting, for real? War - politics - race & gender - the schools right here & disjunction especially of race & class (white/latino) that I was digging into but stopped b/c of health & laziness.