Several people have responded that they too are fearful of finding themselves with time on their hands, alone without a book.
I am sure I told the story elsewhere in this Weblog but the focus of this fear in me is an incident that happened one fall afternoon in Los Angeles where I queued-up to register for new classes at the university. It was a lovely warm day and I was surrounded by hundreds of other students, mostly strangers but with that je ne sais quoi of Southern California drug culture in the mid-sixties.
The line was interminable and moving so slowly that we all were squatting on the sidewalk. That was when I realized I had nothing with me to read: not even the proverbial gum wrapper. You know that feeling when your flight to the coast is soaring into the stratosphere and you suddenly can’t remember if you turned the kitchen oven off?
Continue reading “What Do I Do With My Mind?”
I’ve had a couple of days to further evaluate and learn from the recent police killings in Minnesota and Louisiana. I hinted at a conclusion that could be made in my earlier post but now I am even more convinced. In both killings (and many other earlier police killings) what is often mentioned but I have not realized the significance of until just now is that the police murdered both victims when neither victim had done anything wrong. The victim or even fear of the victim did not cause the police officer to shoot.
The police officer took an innocent man’s life without any due process for the clear reason that he was afraid. Not afraid of anything the victim did or even anything the victim was likely to do. The police officer was afraid because the Right-Wing media and the Right-Wing supported political institutions continually beat it into his subconscious mind that he needs to be afraid. The big lie in America nowadays is how anyone that doesn’t look like you or act like you think they should act is ipso facto out to destroy the American way of life and more to the point, out to get you. A secondary rant coming from many organizations but chiefly the Nation Rifle Association is that survival in the American jungle makes having a large collection of expensive and impressive firearms a requirement.
Continue reading “Smile On Your Brother”
In the last few days there have been at least three newsworthy killings, all by guns. One was an innocent, unarmed black man who was being held down on the ground by the police yet still was deemed a threat to the life of one other policeman that he felt obliged to pump numerous bullets into the body of the subdued black man. Another was a black man who was stopped for an alleged tail-light malfunction. The black man informed the police that he was armed but that he carried a permit for the concealed weapon. The police demanded his papers and when he reached for the papers, he was shot and killed by an over-anxious policeman who apparently was very afraid of a black man with a gun.
Then last night while patrolling a Black Lives Matter rally, an apparent crossfire of angry African-Americans killed at least five policemen and wounded many other people, police and civilian. Later the police were able to kill at least one of the shooters. Now we learn that the lone shooter was a veteran and trained killer clad in body armor and upset about the recent police killings. Interestingly, the shooter was taken out by sending in the bomb robot, not to remove a bomb but rather to deliver a bomb. Skynet, here we come.
Continue reading “Don’t Shoot”
I am lying-in my bed five flights up, and my day, which nothing interrupts, is like a clock-face without hands. As something that has been lost for a long time reappears one morning in its old place, safe and sound, almost newer than when it vanished, just as if someone had been taking care of it—: so, here and there on my blanket, lost feelings out of my childhood lie and are like new. All the lost fears are here again.
Continue reading ““Fears” of Malte Laurids Brigge”