Los Angeles, 1956, Robert Frank
LCD Soundsystem - Dance Yrself Clean
Break me into bigger pieces,
So some of me is home with you.
Wait until the weekend
And we can make our bad dreams come true
But are you paying attention to what’s going on??? My heart is so heavy….. so heavy…
An attorney for the family of John Crawford III, the man fatally shot by police in an Ohio Walmart store, says surveillance video contradicts the police department’s version of events. Officers say Crawford refused to drop the pellet gun he was holding, but the video allegedly shows them gunning him down “on sight.”
Crawford, 22, was shopping at the Beavercreek, Ohio store on Aug. 5 whenpolice responded to another customer’s report that Crawford was carrying an AR-15 rifle. He was actually holding a pellet air rifle he had just picked up from a shelf in the store’s toy department.
Attorney Michael Wright says he viewed surveillance video that shows Crawford was facing away from the cops and talking to his girlfriend on the phone when police spotted him, and didn’t have the toy gun raised. Hetold WDTN Crawford probably didn’t see or hear the officers before he was shot.
"John was doing nothing wrong in Walmart, nothing more, nothing less than shopping,"Wright said, according to Reuters.
#johncrawford #rip #justice #dontshoot
Westfall - Okkervil River
No wonder we react so viscerally to the “ching-chong, ching-chong” schoolyard taunt. To attack our language, our ability to sound “normal,” is to attack our ability to be normal. It’s to attack everything we’ve worked for.
And make no mistake about it — to sound like a “normal” American is to wield privilege.
I think that after today I’d like to try unpacking my thoughts about
[two to three minutes of squinting and making weird silent mouth shapes]
informing employers and instructors and general figures-of-authority about your mental health? And also I guess co-workers and the people you’re in contact with every day? Like it’s not a thing until it becomes a thing and then I feel obligated to say something like “hey, yeah, I know most times we’ve interacted I’m just some goofball nonchalant okaymachine, but I just can’t do that today.” Like “haha, sorry, secret’s out, I’m actually pretty actively trying to be a functioning human being but today the hamster on the hamster wheel is tuckered out, can I maybe go home early”. And I guess I’ve tried to make peace with the fact that it’s never going to be neat? Like it’s going to be a person-by-person-by-situation kind of deal and maybe it never comes up with the people I’d like to talk about it with and maybe sometimes it happens fucking immediately with people who I’d rather not have the knowledge. I don’t know that it’s ever going to get less tense - every time I’ve had to do it I’ve thought about just, y’know, getting through it - Just get through the day and you’ll be okay. Just tough out the week and you can relax. Just put your head down and you can get through the semester - things that have definitely never actually worked but are somehow, in that moment of panic, more preferable to sounding completely asinine with something like SOMETIMES I SAD. I SAD NO CAN WORK CUSTOMER SERVICE. It always feels like I say it too late, like it’s an excuse, but I have no idea how I’d go about preemptively telling people these things. I’m not sure that I even can.
and maybe, despite the struggle of all this, that’s the next step in living with something like this - being able to cope with it in other people’s spaces after being able to cope with it in your own.
bad news: today I walked around feeling like the way a pile of wet sand feels after someone’s punched a ditch in it.
good news: I tried to fill the ditch with pizza
bad news: I tried to fill the ditch with pizza