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Living with looming specters of death
A month ago, in a video essay about Black boyhood F.D Signifier said:
“…I think about death a lot. Like all I can think about sometimes is how I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die just because dying seems like it would suck, and I still want to do things…”
I think that probably best summarizes how I think about living in America, well partly anyway. I have to accept these specters of death that loom over me. You may tell me I’m overexaggerating, that I’m broken, and unnecessarily skewed.
All these opinions apply to the country and institution of America. It’s a violent and life sucking machine by design, function, and purpose. It’s also the “greatest country in the world.”
How can I think otherwise? It’s been 10 years after the horror of Sandy Hook and we saw another tragedy at Uvalde, Texas. Children and teachers were violently taken by what’s traditionally as American pie.
Living in hell that I’ve (we’ve) been conditioned to accept.
