And yet, normal in this nation means routine, incessant unmitigated killing - of each other and of ourselves. In a sense, T.S. Eliot was closer to correct than he might have imagined. April this year is as cruel as any other April.
“Normal” the past few weeks includes the following:
In a Minneapolis suburb - barely 10 miles from where a Minneapolis police officer is on trial for the death of George Floyd - a young man trying to elude a traffic stop for a minor offense dies when a veteran police officer fires a bullet into his chest, which she has called an accident, claiming she meant to fire her Taser.