The 2015 Baltimore Riots- Part 1; I feel nothing

Two years ago I experienced the real world again. I had been living for a couple of years in my sheltered land of self centered routine. A little more than a week had passed since an unarmed black man died of complications from a cervical spinal cord injury; alone, unable to yell for help face-down laying on the floor in the back of a police van. The news was running stories about his rap sheet, what weapons supposedly were on him, the systemic poverty and lack of options for the cities poor. Around Thursday my aide asked me if I thought “something bad” was going to happen. I asked her what she meant. She said she didn’t know but that it felt like the late 60s. Behind the high walls of Yuppieville, I didn’t feel anything.

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3 thoughts on “The 2015 Baltimore Riots- Part 1; I feel nothing

  1. I lived near where riots occurred during the 60’s when I was in high school. I thought I understood why the riots were happening, I learned years later how wrong I was.

  2. I was concerned for your safety. Police and National Guard had to be brought in right where you live for protection and to enforce the curfew. How sad that brutality stared it. Then the justified anger turned into more violence. It is all so complicated. I ask myself, “What could I do?” Are any of us innocent?

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