Alas and alack, America has perverted this wonderful metaphor for human unity.
The killing of Trayvon Martin brought the country’s residual ugliness into focus.
One freedom-loving racist, who’s been sending me stuff for years, forwarded a photo purported to be the “real” Trayvon Martin -- a hairy, burly, muscular tattooed dude scowling at the camera.
I did a quick web search and sent my redneck reader a diplomatic question: Do you ever verify stuff you get before you send it back out?
That photo has sometimes been accompanied by text accusing the dead 17 year-old of being somewhere between Al Capone and Charles Manson. Actually, the guy in the shot is a 32-year-old rapper named The Game. For the first time ever, my benighted correspondent apologized, but the vaccination didn’t take. He began sending out the same picture with new vitriol a few days ago.
Addiction is an ugly thing to behold.
Several others ranted that all the attention to the Trayvon case violates the rights of other victims, namely white and Latino kids, who have been murdered but lack the same media favor.
They unknowingly parallel the rationale for equal protection under the law, something that minorities enjoy diminishing chances of achieving.
These good people apparently don’t realize that media parity is not a solution.
In all the billions of words written and spoken on the Trayvon tragedy/travesty, the bottom line has apparently been overlooked: Guns just make it too damned easy to kill somebody.
There are a lot of people that should never have one, but that’s bad for sales.
Universal background checks would just provide another Band-Aid on a gushing gunshot wound.
The solution is simple, macro not micro.
End the lost war on drugs and stop having government act as a price support system for the abuse business. Invest in treatment to reduce the customer base.
Cut the War Department budget and plow the money into education.
Expanded economic opportunity represents the closest thing to a cure-all for the ills of society. But such enlightenment would involve dismantling the military- and prison-industrial complexes.
We’ve got so much money invested in the various profit centers of our increasingly efficient killing machines that the republic itself stands endangered.
If there’s more money in treating disease than curing it, there will never be a cure.
Our perverted priorities have resulted in governments at all levels becoming increasingly impotent to provide for their constituents.
Great Depression Part Deux has been narrowly avoided because of government deficit spending. The patient still lies in ICU.
If GD2 finally happens, we may all need guns.
Esté bien. Haga infierno.
Be well. Raise hell.
Andrew Barbano is a 44-year Nevadan, editor of NevadaLabor.com and first vice-president of the Reno-Sparks NAACP. As always, his opinions are strictly his own. Barbwire by Barbano has originated in the Tribune since 1988. E-mail firstname.lastname@example.org.