The murder of George Floyd is, sadly, just another in a series of tragic results from a militarized police community and an increasingly amoral society that has lost it’s sense of humanity, community and tolerance for each other. The police have gone way off the rails in way too many places, in way too many instances, in way too many ordinary situations. They have lost their way. But so has society. So has the government. So has the environment. So have a lot of us.
A lot in our world seems amiss, confusing and perplexing to the point of despair.
But for me to write about all that is to assume extra knowledge, to assume superior behaviour, to assume holier-than-thou status. And I cannot claim any of that. I know of racism, discrimination, prejudice. I know of marginalization, exclusion and systemic bigotry. I have seen it in ageism, sexism, racism and all the little and large, rotten ‘isms’ woven throughout all the cultures of the world. I have even suffered on rare occasions from it in very minor ways. And I consciously strive hard NOT to be part of it. But I do not really KNOW it. Not really.
And I don’t DO much about even what I know of it. I don’t march. I don’t send money. I don’t even write about it unless it is ‘in the news’. In that sense, I admit, I am complicit. For evil to be done, good people only need do nothing. And I do, in effect, nothing.
And so, to then write about it, somehow lessens the truth of it. To write about it makes it about me in very much the wrong way. I just cannot seem to address the problem in any way properly. I really do NOT have the extra knowledge or the better perspective. I am a bit thick, a lot protected and I am mostly unaware of all that is wrong. Worse, I am in no position to do a lot even if I wanted to. And I do want to but……well, not enough to actually do it. Does anyone in Chicago really want an old, white Canadian carrying a sign? I doubt it. So they don’t want me. And I do not want to be there with them. But, well, something is wrong there. We are all in this together and yet, in so many ways, we are not all in this together. Some of us are removed, largely protected, not engaged or aware. We are unburdened.
So, how can I write about that? It may be time to shut up for awhile.