I just woke up and only just saw about the (condign) George Floyd verdict. I'm baffled by the emotions people are feeling. I'm seeing reports of joyful celebration, as if it's a football game. But this verdict can't undo his death. Shouldn't this be a somber moment?
There are two tragedies here: Floyd's death and whatever killed Chauvin's soul. One man will never live again, the other is will live in a prison cell, a pariah and symbol of depravity. What's happy about this outcome?
Justice is a sober thing. A necessary thing. But it can't be, in a case like this, a joyful thing. There's no way to make it right. Only just.
The whole thing just makes me sad and sick.
I don't get the celebrations.
The whole thing just makes me sad and sick.
I don't get the celebrations.
Seeing them makes me think, again, that America doesn't have a proper sense of tragedy and gravitas. Did we ever? If we did, when did we lose it and why?
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