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Why we're in people we abhor, in "Detroit"

So imagine if you bought a house at two hundred thousand and it's now worth a million, imagine if you went through college at a time when it cost nothing, imagine if you belong to a professional society which is pretty forgiving of its members so it's really hard to do anything so bad it kills your career, imagine you're a liberal whose always advocated for life enrichment and self-realization, imagine you're making a good chunk of change... so imagine you're all this, and you start entering an age where you seem to be made to feel the pain of all the working class people out there whom just yesterday you dusted off as racist as well as culpable for being anti-change; where you start thinking on the paltry wage the person who serves coffee for you earns, when just yesterday all you were thinking on is that they made your coffee the right damn particular way; where you start thinking of young adults who can't afford to get their starter houses owing to your having priced them out of the market, when just yesterday somehow this was simply what it is to live in a more competitive and cosmopolitan and open-access age; where you start thinking of how students have been saddled with gargantuan loans they'll never pay off, when just yesterday you didn't really make the comparison with how comparitively easy you got off; where you start thinking on how afraid people are to upset bosses because, unlike you, they have no professional status or union rights, when just yesterday it didn't seem strange to you that even though you were the like of a pollster who declared one hundred percent against Trump, you yourself were at no risk of being turfed from your job; where you're beginning to hear the incriminating voice of your parents, valuing restraint, self-sacrifice, and opposed to the egoistic and flashy, when just yesterday these pointed fingers from out of your own past had been blocked out of mind by the lasting self-righteousness that came with spotting out the criminal pederast priests in "Spotlight," that bore similarity, in their stubborn cruel mindsets, one noted, TO THE ENTIRE GENERATION before your own.

And then you see "Detroit," whom are you going to be identifying with? The terrorizing, one-hundred-percent-guilty-as-sin cops? Or the black men and women, who are absolutely sinless? I figure a lot of people are in with the cops. The cops are even grossly embarrassing, spilling their guts when they don't have to, unleashing demons that immediately damn them, which they're even momentarily proud of before becoming revolted that the demonic in them is fundamentally in control... and so like many today, who are acting in ways their opponents fairly call insane, out of a realization that given the sudden slipping away of a political order they had simply taken for granted, their psyches have lost perchs it turns out they had depended on, and so now every time they open their mouths they can't depend on exactly what'll emerge because what was contained out there in how society was set has been withdrawn as a confounding, sour, unpredictable and adversarial mixture within their own corporality.
 
You'll look at the terrible violence done, all the pornographic detail, and you're seeing all what you've done all your own life, you and your affluent friends. We really f*cked over Hillbilly Nation, didn't we?... they're human discombobulates. And students too. And lower wage workers. Crippling sh*t was happening to them, shortchanged lives, stopped lives, and now we can't escape the details, the details.

The details, the details, you know are soon going to chase you down, if not immediately now... And then a miracle! A lawyer appears, who smart and decisive, and he whisks you out of trouble. Barely, but his competence and self-belief has still got superpower, thank god -- you even dare being proud of it. And now what do you do? You've got a brief reprieve only. You've got to fundamentally change yourself, or it's doom time. Does this mean being more emphatic to black people? Maybe not at all, actually, if you identify your previous concern -- Black Rights! -- as mixed in with your antinomian life ways. Above all, your concern will be your "Spotlight" selves -- you'll have to get rid of them. You'll merge back with the bigoted, head kept low to the ground, everyday swamp, you once so many years ago, escaped from. This type can't be shown the horrors of their ways, for they were the genuine losers in our own time of win-win. The pains we'd shown them, are ones we caused.


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