Hidmo

HIDMO ERITREAN CUSINE

Hidmo Means Home

HIDMO

Hidmo Eritrean Cuisine, LLC * 2000 S Jackson St. Seattle, 98144

206-329-1534 * hidmolove@gmail.com * ww.hidmo.com

HIDMO VISION

To foster community and increase the visibility and availability of art, music, culture and cuisine through socially responsible actions.

HIDMO MEANS HOME

Conceived from love of culture and structured after the village model of family, Hidmo is a restaurant, lounge and meeting space committed to the empowerment of every individual to elevate our shared community. We strive to create a comforting environment for our guests in order for them to enjoy a nutritious meal and collectively contribute to art and culture. Local talent is embraced and celebrated at every opportunity, fostering pride and appreciation of the immense creativity in our surrounding area. Hidmo is committed to diversity and the collective power of the people.

Delicious Food

Live entertainment

Community Programs

SPECIAL SERVICES (catering, event planning, youth programming)

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Don’t Blame Me

The girl’s mother said, “Don’t blame me.

Her father left when she was three.

I know she don’t know her ABCs, her 1,2,3s,

But I am poor and work hard you see.”

You know the story, it’s don’t blame me.

The teacher shook her head and said,

“Don’t blame me, I know it’s sad.

He’s ten, but if the truth be told,

He reads like he was six years old.

And math, don’t ask.

It’s sad you see.

Wish I could do more, but it’s after three.

Blame the mom, blame society, blame the system.

Just don’t blame me.”

The judge was angry, his expression cold.

He scowled and said, “Son you’ve been told.

Break the law again and you’ll do time.

You’ve robbed with a gun.

Have you lost your mind?”

The young man opened his mouth to beg.

“Save your breath,” he heard instead.

“Your daddy left when you were two.

Your momma didn’t take care of you.

Your school prepared you for this fall.

Can’t read, can’t write, can’t spell at all.

But you did the crime for all to see.

You’re going to jail, son.

Don’t blame me.”

If there is a God or a person supreme,

A final reckoning, for the kind and the mean,

And judgment is rendered on who passed the buck,

Who blamed the victim or proudly stood up,

You’ll say to the world, “While I couldn’t save all,

I did not let these children fall.

By the thousands I helped all I could see.

No excuses, I took full responsibility.

No matter if they were black or white,

Were cursed, ignored, were wrong or right,

Were shunned, pre-judged, were short or tall,

I did my best to save them all.”

And I will bear witness for eternity

That you can state proudly,

“Don’t blame me.”

- By Geoffrey Canada, February 2007

Founder Harlem Children's Zone http://www.hcz.org/home

BUSINESS HOURS
Tuesday - Friday 5pm to Midnight
CLOSED MONDAYS

Hidmo
2000 South Jackson Street
Seattle, WA 98144
Reservations (206) 329-1534
info@hidmo.org