/lit/ - Literature

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Not that anon, but if racial tensions really need be compared to corona, then consider that Ahmaud Arbery, jogging down the street, seeing a truck and a gunner behind him, did not feel safe running into a single one of his neighbor's houses; consider what it would have looked like; consider how blacks afterward must have feared not only their neighbor but even just walking down the street and how directly that compares to the fear of airborne diseases.

I'll confess I don't really get the point of ACAB. My uncle's a cop, which I say not because he's a good person, but because he is a catholic; tell him "ACAB" and I'm sure he will simply laugh and cite initial sin. What is far more important are the specifics of the matter. His first daughter is insincere constantly, and despite him having read her journal without permission she still managed to buy an entire fucking Jeep without his knowledge. That is, until she crashed it and had to call him. In turn his second daughter is short, stunted, clinging to his leg as he moves through divorce after divorce; she was recently kicked in the head by a horse, not having worn her helmet.

It reminds me of a plotline another poster suggested. A man is trapped in a stark prison, a talking grasshopper his lone companion. Afraid his hope will run away, the man throws the grasshopper into a plastic bottle and demands it explain how to escape. The grasshopper doesn't know of course, but as it makes argument after argument as to why it ought be freed the man is only further convinced it is something magical, powerful, and culpable for his problems--so eventually, the grasshopper learns not to speak. This is why there is rioting. This is why your children will lie to you--you, personally, will never know them. This is why god doesn't talk to us anymore, on the off chance he was ever real; because even truth itself is coveted as an object. When you see a prison full of blacks consider that this is a prison confined entirely within your own, and that rather than twist oppression's coil further down, you may allow it to unwind from the inside, out. Let go. I am sure that whatever horrible fantasy is inside your head is completely justified and that nothing bad anyone has ever done to you was well deserved, but the tragedy is never that anything is or is not happening. It is that nothing is ever deserved, but everything is always justified. Freedom is knowing you choose which of those two words to use, or at least that's the closest thing to it.