The Westgate Shopping Center in the heart of Oklahoma City is an anomaly in American retail culture.
The mall’s name is the only thing that stands out in a sea of blandly named malls.
The Westport Mall, located just north of downtown Oklahoma City, is also a mall, but its name is less of a giveaway.
The Mall has a name, too.
The store fronts on a large portion of the mall, and its entrance has been renamed the Westport Square.
The square is the West Bay Area’s newest shopping hub, a new addition to the shopping complex.
It is a place that is, at least on paper, located in Oklahoma City.
It’s a place where people are supposed to shop.
The only reason I’m not taking part in the protests is because I live in New York.
It makes sense to me that Westport should have the name it does.
It also makes sense that protesters in Oklahoma should be protesting it.
The city of Oklahoma is home to the largest number of Wal-Mart stores in the country.
Its a place of economic hardship, where Wal-Marts are ubiquitous and residents must endure the high cost of living.
It has become a hub of opposition to Wal-Mergers, a corporation with an extensive history of racism and economic exploitation.
But despite Wal-mart’s influence in the city, Westport is still a relatively small, unincorporated community.
And even though Westport’s population is relatively small compared to nearby Oklahoma City or Tulsa, that doesn’t mean it’s immune to the negative impact of Walmart on the community.
A small, largely rural community like Westport has a lot of issues that need to be addressed.
It often doesn’t have the resources to address these issues directly.
There’s a lack of infrastructure and access to services that residents need.
The community also has low income and education levels.
A large proportion of the population lives in poverty, according to a 2013 Pew Research Center study.
Westport was a place I knew well as a kid.
I went to the mall every weekend and I was always amazed by the amount of people.
People who weren’t necessarily big on malls or shopping.
People with jobs, people who were just trying to get by, people with kids.
But it was just a different time in my life.
My parents moved to the city when I was in sixth grade, and I knew I wanted to be a writer or a painter or something.
The town is about 25 minutes outside of Tulsa, and the main road into the city is paved.
That’s where my parents and I went in search of jobs.
We never had a real house or apartment, so it was all on our own.
It wasn’t easy.
I had to earn my way in to the town and find a place to live.
I moved in with my grandparents in Westport for a couple of years.
It was a hard place to come from.
My grandparents had a lot to live for, and they would do anything they could to help us out.
When I was growing up, I was not aware of how different my life would be if I hadn’t been born in Westgate.
My life changed for the worse when I moved to Tulsa.
The poverty, the unemployment, the high costs of living—I just knew that it wasn’t going to be that good.
I never wanted to leave Westport.
Westgate was a little bit of a sanctuary for me.
It had so many people who had lost their jobs and their homes.
I didn’t have to worry about anything.
I felt safe there.
I remember going to WalMart on a whim.
I thought I’d go there just to see what it was like, but I ended up going in and seeing the whole selection of clothing that was on display there.
It seemed to be all of my favorite clothes.
The merchandise was cool.
The prices were very reasonable.
I bought the whole range, which was a lot.
And I bought clothes for a friend who was going to school in Westbury.
I was pretty sure that my friend would never go to school there, and that my clothes were the best clothes in the world.
But I went there anyway.
The stores were so good.
The clothes were so nice.
It felt good to be able to walk in and see all of these items.
But my mom told me not to go in the store because she couldn’t afford to live there.
So I was like I can’t do this.
I could barely afford it.
I wanted so badly to be part of something good.
But then it hit me: Why should I feel bad for living in a town that has low incomes?
Why should Wal-mans and Wal-Men be allowed to walk right through?
Westport doesn’t necessarily have to be synonymous with poverty.
But the mall is one of the few places where Walmart has a presence.
When the company took over