One of the things about necessity and the motherhood of invention is that such notions can be misogynistic. Cramming for finals or writing a resarch paper on a last-chance all-nighter is what it is, but at some point the parenting metaphors invite questions of neglect. Consider, for instance, the idea of displaying two blank spaces in HTML. It can be done, but you must type or macro a particular markup. And, well, eventually the marketplace did get around to certain aspects. Continue reading
Troy Davis is dead.
“Justice,” said Georgia Attorney General Sam Olens, “has been served for Officer Mark MacPhail and his family.”
And yet, the subconscious emerges: Joan MacPhail-Harris said, “I will grieve for the Davis family because now they’re going to understand our pain and our hurt.”
That is, does she grieve because the Davis family, too, will know the hurt of unjust death? Somebody, please, remind them to thank the widow for that.
Perhaps Troy Davis really is guilty, but it doesn’t matter now. His execution reminds that this really wasn’t about justice, but, rather, blood.
Whoa, dude! I did not just read this ….
They could barely see over the courtroom table, and their legs were too short to reach the floor. An 8-year-old and two 9-year-old boys, accused of raping an 11-year-old neighbor.
Or maybe I did. And so did you.