What is the Common Insanity Anymore?
by Regis Boff
I could sit on my porch when I was eight and see Pittsburgh as a rough circle about twenty miles away. In daylight, it was the size of a full moon. I had daydreams that it exploded in a mushroom cloud. It was the madness of my childhood.
I wonder if white kids going to movies today think about getting shot. It happens mostly to white children. White men are the ones that shoot into crowds of kids. It is the madness of the elite.
Do black kids worry that cops will come in an emergency and shoot them? Or do they more fear that police will not come at all, letting them be murdered by criminals that look like them?
What is the common insanity anymore? I miss sharing a fear with others.