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For most of the last three (or is it four?) months (time has no meaning any more), I've been avoiding the news. No MSNBC, very limited time on the New York Times (except the Crossword puzzle), same with Gothamist and Politico, but since the end of May, since the murder of George Floyd, I can't keep myself in a state of willful ignorance. So, I've been reading and reading and reading.
And my anger and stress levels are catastrophic. The conversations I've been having with my father are descending into screaming fits - why can't he see that the police that he revered so much are nothing more than Brown Shirts protecting a corrupt and fascist regime?
(And yes, I know this is all in my head and I'll never convince a dead man to change his mind).
I am surprised my friends haven't disinvited me to our thrice-weekly FaceTime calls, my rage must be so toxic. But it's 1921 all over again and if we don't get angry and do something, we're all going to the ovens.
And my anger and stress levels are catastrophic. The conversations I've been having with my father are descending into screaming fits - why can't he see that the police that he revered so much are nothing more than Brown Shirts protecting a corrupt and fascist regime?
(And yes, I know this is all in my head and I'll never convince a dead man to change his mind).
I am surprised my friends haven't disinvited me to our thrice-weekly FaceTime calls, my rage must be so toxic. But it's 1921 all over again and if we don't get angry and do something, we're all going to the ovens.
