The images are burned on the inside of our eyes. Life without concussion grenedes, armed police and military is strange. Going back to work or school, weeding the garden, doing the laundry... wondering, "what's the point?"
Blocking it out, forgetting - is so appealing. I don't want to see how insanely cruel one person can treat another, or think of the implications this has for how our world is becoming.
As it all continues to unravel, we will turn on each other, become part of the evil?
In the middle of chaos, people still kept track of one another; returned after jail, beatings, multiple tear gassing, exreme sleep deprivation, radio jamming and phone blocking - Still held it together despite an unprecedented show of force and police mob mentality.
Is there a mantra that will sustain and inspire? Is Community genuinely possible? What stuff are we really made of...