We enshrine these moments in stunned silence, shock and speculation. We live our lives around them, avoiding, in our weak ways the unsightly realities at hand.
We have come to live our lives comfortable in fear and outrage, while change goes begging, unattended and mayhem beckons at every turn, intent to rob us of our dreams, to claim another sorry day.
This superficial race to find out why and who, is by now a familiar, worn-out ritual attempt to confirm our collective cynicism and dismiss our responsibilities as individuals. We, who are busy dismissing every warning sign in sight and too careful not to fall for some other sucker’s pipe dream. We lose again, and each time there is even less to lose.
We spend too little time with outcasts, but take pains to plant the scapegoats (i.e. “The government is the problem”) that become landscapes for aimless violence, become objects, upon which to vent senseless manufactured hate and crippling conditioned fear.
In some unwanted, bullied sufferer without hope in sight, the line between manufactured villains and the crowd he can’t fit into, is erased.