Thursday, August 15, 2013
I was in a station on Monday. I got off the Light Rail at 3rd and University at 8:25 a.m and then I thought for a minute "is this real or is this a movie." I realize that while it is happening there is a surreal factor that makes it seem as if you are watching it on screen.
A mentally ill man on probation shot a bus driver. The driver is fine and recovering. The man he is dead. The speed in which this occurred was about 15 minutes. He had only shot the driver moments before I stepped up to the platform, I saw a young man running and I heard a comment about "someone/he was shot." Then within minutes as in 2, there were sirens and brakes and chaos. I stood there confused, scared and unsure of what was just outside the doorway. You wait, you watch, you listen. Within moments I heard strange scratching noises that were odd as if metal was scraping a door. Then more sirens, running and odd calm around me as more people disembarked from the trains and buses below.
I walked out to a street jammed, to cars stopped and a march of Uniforms passing up and down people asking what happened and who saw what. I began calling people and using my phone to Google when I looked down the street and hill to my right. I saw a bus literally crossing the street akin to a jacknife and people stunned. I then looked to my left and saw Medics and another bus with the number "7". I immediately thought "oh that is one of my many routes and the 7 is batshit and I am not surprised an altercation occurred on it." But it was all so odd, so disconnected that I still could not understand what was happening. I walked by the bus saw no bullet holes and no blood or anything that indicated an act of violence. I saw a young man on his cell phone and he began running and saying "I have to get out of here right away." Two older women saw the same and commented on this but we still in our bubble.
I began walking and up to Capitol Hill and as I walked it was clear no one seemed aware that only a couple of blocks away chaos reigned, helicopters were above and it was as if the day was normal. I stopped at a coffee shop I go to and it was 9:25 and I thought "I could make the 9:30 yoga class" and then I realized I was sweating and pouring sweat. I knew something bad had happened but what I still could not say. I asked the coffee shop they knew nothing, so I kept walking up the hill to another coffee shop asking them to call their other one down in the area where the accident was. They knew nothing. I went to my exercise studio and asked if they knew, they then looked it up and by then it was on the Internet that a bus driver was shot. That was all I knew. I stayed and worked out utterly confused and then went back down the hill and asked a bus driver what they knew and they knew nothing. It was not until I got home did I find the story in full. This story is just another indication of heavy handedness by the Seattle Police another in a long line of shooting mentally ill and endangering others in their quest to make sure that the shit stains on the shoes of their boots remain clean. I think of all of this as a type of Social Darwinism and modern Eugenics to clean out the worthless and useless in society that our draining resources.
This is not about the mentally ill getting guns it is about both - the mentally ill and the availability of guns regardless. We have mentally ill killing people with our without guns and we have no idea how or what to do with the ever increasing number. The same street I walked up in shock is full in every doorway with some poor soul living in them. Say what you want that it is welfare and the liberal society that is the reason, and to some extent having lived in bastions or as I call bookends, San Francisco and Seattle, there is some truth to that. But what it really is is denial. By pretense and by avoidance you think you are caring but you are avoiding the truth that many of these people are not capable of self care and perhaps the idea of institutions are distasteful but necessary.
And then we have Guns. That is an easy fix. Stop it.
Funny we make Indians the true Americans live on Reservations but instead they should be here in our cities and in turn those too ill to be a part of society live on them instead. It doesn't mean in squalor or deprivation but in fully producing lands where they live and work to make their own life meaningful. Not being part of society doesn't have to be bad thing. But we will ignore that and let them live in squalor and deprivation on the street, that is acceptable.
We have a societal structure that is broken, broken beyond repair. So here is the plan build something new so Oscar Grants can have a life in a New Year, so that Trayvon Martin can attend a prom and that we don't fear the very people we think our there to protect us.