this is great
A beautiful tribute to Ferguson that gets into one of the real issues. And an eye opener as well… when one participant says, “it’s what our mothers taught us to do…”
As a white person, the litany of advice that passed from mother to daughter, from father to daughter, never had to include a visual sign of surrender to a trigger happy police. We are not taught to plead for our lives because instinctively, the generation before us understands that we will not be put into those situations.
It is a terrible thing that in this day and age, police are one of the the topics that merit discussion alongside of drinking and driving, doing drugs, or running with the wrong crowd. We need to take our “keepers of the peace” off the “because son, that’s how kids end up dead” list.
Every season of life is an edition that corrects the one before and which will also be corrected itself until the definitive edition, which the publisher gives to the worms gratis.
All winter the Germans drive their horses and sledges and tanks and trucks over the same roads, packing down the snow, transforming it into a slick bloodstained ice-cement. And when April finally comes, reeking of sawdust and corpses, the canyon walls of snow give way while the ice on the roads remains stubbornly fixed, a luminous, internecine network of invasion: a record of the crucifixion of Russia.
The war went from bad to worse and the Government was universally detested. As each fresh catastrophe came to the public’s notice some small share of blame might attach itself to this or that person, but in General everyone united in blaming the Ministers, and they, poor things, had no one to blame but each other— which they did more and more frequently.