Cheetah sunset by Marc MOL
Never let go.
Thomas Jackson, Asshole of the Day for August 15, 2014
Ferguson Police Chief spent the morning going over documents and video tape related to a nearby theft that Michael Brown was a suspect in. Robbery. Top suspect.
Then after all that, Chief Jackson said this afternoon:
“The initial contact between the officer and Mr. Brown was not related to the robbery,” Thomas Jackson, the police chief, said during a news conference Friday afternoon.
Rather, it stemmed from the fact that Brown and his friend were “walking down the street blocking traffic,” Jackson said.
So then Brown wasn’t shot because he was a suspect fleeing a petty crime— not that fleeing a theft is grounds for shooting— but for how he handled being stopped for jaywalking. Jaywalking.
So why did Chief Jackson spend all morning on the robbery details? By his own admission now, those details played NO ROLE in the shooting. NONE.
Hmmm. Here’s a few thoughts that I flagged on Twitter today, which I think get to the heart of it:
Someone at the press conference just said “seems like you’re only answering questions that demean the character of Mike Brown”— AdamSerwer (@AdamSerwer)August 15, 2014
What I know is this: when an unarmed Black man/woman is killed by police or by another citizen, a period of character assassination begins.— Shaun King (@ShaunKing)August 15, 2014
Took a week, but we finally at the moment where Mike Brown Is officially a suspect in his own murder. #Ferguson— BWD (@theonlyadult)August 15, 2014
So the robbery played no part, but Chief Jackson spent all morning smearing a man his officer killed over a jaywalking encounter. And that is why he is the Asshole of the Day.
It is Thomas Jackson’s first time as Asshole of the Day.
Full story: Washington Post.
robin williams died today.
here is a list of things that robin williams was:
- and sad.
that’s important, the “and sad,” because sometimes sadness can feel like the only thing we are. it can feel all-encompassing. it can feel like the only thing anyone could possibly see, when they look at you: sad. that person is so, so, sad.
but there is always an “and.” we are never just sad. we are never only. we are always and.
we have all known people who were sad, who are sad; some of us are ourselves sad. being sad does not remove the other parts of us, though it can make them harder for us to see. when you are sad, you don’t necessarily feel like you are also funny, and sharp, and clever, and kind.
but you still are. you don’t have to feel like something to be it.
those things are written on your bones, they are woven into the fabric of your skin. sadness can feel so big, so big and overwhelming and complete, even when it is not a directed sadness. maybe especially when it is not a directed sadness, when it’s a depression that has no direct cause and nothing we can name.
sometimes the sadness is too big. people try to cut it out, or starve it out, or drink it down, or drug it silent. if this is you: i’m sorry. if this is you: you are not alone. if this is you: remember that the solution is never to give up, because you do not live in a vacuum. there are people waiting for you. there are films and songs and books and not-sadness waiting for you. i know that you don’t feel like waiting, but wait anyway.
if you need help, ask for it. here’s a link to crisis centers across the globe. if you live in the U.S., this is the national suicide prevention hotline: 1-800-273-8255.
robin williams died today, but the genie didn’t, and mrs. doubtfire didn’t, and peter pan didn’t. sean maquite didn’t, and professor philip brainard didn’t, and alan parrish didn’t. batty koda didn’t. john keating didn’t. you didn’t.