My wife returns from shopping downtown and wonders what happened to all the black people. We sit in the kitchen while she catches her breath and unpacks a few items from Trader Joe's. I laugh as if this was the opening act of
Day of Absence. Yes, we are gone and there is no trace of us. Even our fingerprints have been erased. Was Marion Barry ever mayor? Crackerjack surprise? The unexpected can knock you down like the blues the first time. It's like seduction being mistaken for love. Catch your breath. Change can be a whip that leaves scars.
Speak Japanese to me and I'll start to worry about Muslims being placed in camps. Fear first rides a bicycle and then suddenly runs over you with a car. After a mass shooting everyone wants a gun. Bring a gun into your home and it's like a play on a stage - sooner or later you might have to use it. Accidents do happen or maybe just a domestic fight - and one pulls a gun - because like a third beer - it's there.
When did gun violence become confused with terrorism? Should we all carry suicide belts too?
So you can't find a gun but you know how to build a bomb - what's an NRA member to do? How do we climb out of this mess?
Before we return to the middle ages and battles between warlords and evangelicals let's prepare ourselves for the inevitable which is too often irresistible. As I keep mentioning - in the 21st century the problem is religion. Also we are seeing the return of tribalism and the failure of the nation state.
Our technology is giving power to the powerless. It is helping people organize in new ways. Count the numbers and the clicks. We are starting to crash into one another because everyone is finally visible.
Almost everyone has a cellphone. If there is one thing about police brutality it seems to often capture a black person in that dog barking moment one associates with slavery. You know, right before the runaway is caught. That moment of helplessness and the fading dreams of freedom. Do police still say -"Freeze! There is too much video these days we might have to return to still photographs. Do you remember those lynching pictures? The black body swinging above white smiles. A hole in a pair of pants and a missing penis.
Fear in the air can suffocate a nation. Suddenly none of us can breathe. We are all hanging with our feet dangling over the mistakes of history.