Carbon Copy Condemnation

Recent events have left me dazed and disgusted, amidst a never-ending folly of viral and environmental onslaught, law enforcement has managed to flip the script unleashing disturbia to run rampant in a paranoid and vulnerable world. 2020s zeitgeist has left our nerves fried and hypersensitive, electrifying our mind, body and soul when exposed to injustice. For now, I sit here engrossed in the calamity of George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, and Breonna Taylors’ murders- as tragic as is repugnant. 

As our divine designer intended, people come in a wide array of colours, shades, weights, and statures – a uniqueness that was forged wilfully and should be revered. 

Our minds have been manipulated by deception, enrolling in a school of thought that devalues the deviation in our species. Our aesthetic has been programmed to rule over our spirit, assessing people on outwardness sold as inwardness. Our eyes are overused, passing judgements and preconceived assumptions like a dirty-decade old dish sponge. As a result, our perception is forced into mental atrophy- underused, unrefined and unthoughtful. 

This jaded arrogance can be seen as far back and as relevant as Da Vincis Vetruvian man. A sketch that sought to depict “ideal” body proportions as they relate to function or physicality. Does this not imply that there is a subsect of people considered suboptimal? Here, science perpetuates an inferiority complex, a historical seed that men have had to contend with, growing like a flagrant weed that we struggle to eradicate. 

Our bodies were designed, big, small, crooked, dwarf, stout, husky- purposefully, yet we are societally appraised with increased value for carbon copies, rejecting difference, condemned for not conceding to Xerox. These clonal advocates are fighting a losing battle, ignorant to the fact that the inherent value in people is that they’re different, one contributing an ingredient that another could not. This builds on the proverbial flavour profile, a master piece that should be likened to ambrosia, not shit. And yet, still I see bland palette jury, judge and executioners that beleive in their right to demand penance or enforce retribution for….being as you are. Bigotry pate served on a stale cracker.

What I am seeing and hearing is a form of government mediated version control imposed on human beings. We’re not corrupt files to be deleted, we represent a design that in some way will accent this world, some colourful, some dull, all sacred. Granted, there are those that are infected by a malicious bug, hacked by Dantes Inferno, these are Satans trojans. Sound justice does and will always serve a purpose to control these drifters though the intent should be rehabilitation – not extermination. 

The heinous anti-justice that was placed, knee to neck on George Floyds compliant corpus was despicable, yet another version of a series of case brutality cases, hostile to difference. This attitude is so small minded and insecure that it trembles in the shadow of change, and so the perpetrators puff their chest with conviction, painting a picture of resistance when it was clear as day- exorbitant force was used in account of the arresting conditions.

Let’s not forget that this lighting rod was hit over alleged cash forgery, hardly a violent crime.

I do not dispute the fact that the police have a job to do, though a grandiose superiority complex should have no place in due process. They represent an authoritative branch of society working as public servants, they do not possess people as property and are not licensed to contort them into submission until they’re lifeless. 

The inequity between badge and citizen has brewed a storm in this and other vulnerable communities time and time again – suggesting that being anything other than the mass carbon copy is a conductor of persecution. Is that a joke?

Public Service Announcement: Variety is the spice of life.

No-one has the right to depreciate a life to death though we’re told another story in a world riddled in bullets, bombs and bureaucrats. 

This man was a father, brother, son, and grandfather to a 3 year old girl. His youngest daughter was only 6 years old and will have to live in a world without her father coming home. Here, she will be asked to take membership in a country where her father was victimized by law enforcement – having to absorb the paradox of that message where comprehension screams of revolt, not patriotism. The irony being that this riot is the offspring of justice turned juggernaut. 

Courteney Ross, Floyd’s other half, told WCCO. “We prayed over every meal, we prayed if we were having a hard time, we prayed if we were having a good time.” 

I can appreciate his prayer range and sincerely hope that in his last moments, he was in some way eased through his panic because of it. 

No one is perfect, we all have a history with a faux pas or 200 that can be exploited. Our choice to move past bad decisions and make changes for the betterment of ourselves and the people we love is what life is all about.

I’m sure that the naysayer narrative regarding this story and others like it is that we don’t understand what happened or that the story was misrepresented. I could accept this oppinion – only I’ve seen a pattern emerge over the course of my entire life. The pattern is consistent and tells a redundant story. 

The bottom line is, all lives matter.

Black lives matter.

Outside of our cultural silos, an understanding of us as people – that bleed, that love and cry is what unifies us. Are we governed by natural selection or deviant discrimination? To me the answer is neither as these options are combative to inclusion, close minded and contrary to the reality of our modern day melting pot. We should be governed by kindness, irrespective of all of the surface bullshit. In the end, we all will return as we came, back to the earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Before you abuse your power, remember – underneath that masked ego and inflated self worth is a person that is fragile and will at some point meet his maker. This is George Floyds maker. How will you explain, how will you be welcomed?

Perhaps it’s time to trade-in the human copier.