You can blow out a candle, but you can’t blow out a fire
Once the flames begin to spread, the wind will blow it higherP. Gabriel, “Biko”
It seems there is an inferno everywhere at the moment. Flames are destroying land and property up and down the west coast, as it moves across hillsides and valleys. Blazes are also lighting up our cities and urban areas.
Our country is literally on fire.
We’re also in a period now when established science — both medical and physical — is second-guessed and scorned by those who find collective responsibility to be an annoyance.
That meteorological events can be directly linked to an over-heated earth; that medical specialists and local health departments, all recommend easy practices to help contain a further spread of the virus; yet much of this continues to be disparaged by a significant portion of the population. You watch your news, I’ll watch mine.
All the while, emotions remain red hot amongst us.
I continue to watch with disbelief as videos graphically show law enforcement either killing citizens using brutal tactics, or apprehending others while driving unmarked vehicles and wearing unidentifiable uniforms. I worry endlessly as First and Fourth Amendment guarantees are selectively administered under an over-reaching umbrella of “law and order.”
That Mr. Floyd cried out for his mother during the last moments of his life, as an officer’s knee squished far into his neck and severely inhibited his ability to breathe; can any reasonable being with caring emotions not be affected by witnessing such an act? Is it any wonder that citizens take to the streets in protest?
Throughout all of this, I am straining to find a moderating voice at the very top reaches of our government; someone who will acknowledge the toll that such extremism is taking. But all I hear in response is a bloated sense of self-justification: Mock the distancing and the masks, downplay the virus, rake the western forests, defend the young man donning a semi-automatic weapon in the streets of Kenosha, and by all means never drink that Kool-Aid.
All the while, those fires continue to rage around us.
There are 54 days till election day, and 113 days till New Years. Both can’t get here soon enough.
Until next time…