There’s something happening here.
What it is ain’t exactly clear.
I’ve just been for a short walk to the post office. On the way I saw people walking their dogs, a gorgeous greenfich who seemed to be playing catch up with me along the walk, the aftermath of various garden centre visits evident across several gardens, a fifty something man loading his golf clubs into his friends land rover (he was wearing a pair of inappropriately small shorts for a man of his physique. I wanted to say something like “are you sure about those”? but didn’t have the cheek or the courage), a seven year old girl struggling to push her baby sister in an oversized push chair up a hill whilst the Mother languished some way behind engrossed in trying to text somebody on her mobile phone(“come on Mum” shouted the struggling child pusher). On my return trip I saw a steady trickle of women making their seemingly embarrassed way into a local weight watchers meeting (heads would bow as they got near the entrance maybe anticipating their own potential for a confessional) and the results of several cut lawns and pristine cleaned cars with the tell-tale signs of hand washed fallout ,each sitting in a ring of soapy water.I also saw a man attacking a piece of topiary like his life depended on it whilst standing in an almost unbelievable amount of hedge debris which would seem to indicate that a considerable sheering had just taken place. And so I returned home unharmed in in my suburban haven.
Young people are being shot and killed for what seems the most petty of reasons with a knife attack on a 14 and 15 years old boy leaving one dead and a 22 year old pregnant women being shot seemingly over a row about a parking space. These deaths come on top of many more that have happened over the past few month. Soldiers in Iraq continue to be blown to pieces in the name of clearing up the mess their political masters created.Death, torture war and starvation are all going on some way away from my own mundane suburban experience. At the moment I’m the other side of that reality. The most violence I face within a week probably consists of the argie bargie down at the supermarket. I know these things are happening because the media tells me they do. But I’m lucky enough to be the other side of it. I should be thankful for that though I somehow still feel guilty about it.