The tipping point is here again

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What I want pinpoint is a feeling – physical, cognitive, temporal – that occurs at this fixed point in time, especially last week, in the days following two tragedies in Buffalo, where 10 blacks were fatally shot in a supermarket, and Uwalda, where 19 children and two teachers were killed at a Texas rural elementary school in what is now Second by size school shooting in US history.

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First, let’s finally do away with the big, stinking lies about immoderation, about how terrorism is throwing its viciousness on our uneven ground. The language of radicals and extremists is not born in the fields, as folklore is about replacement theory, the filthy dogma that the shooter used to justify his murder in Buffalo. There is nothing secondary in the way hatred takes your breath away. To be among the marginalized, outside the arena of power in America of yesterday and tomorrow, is to live in a suffocating yoke of total hostility. It means knowing the face of such atrocities as constant as ever.

By now massacre– in Uvalda last Tuesday, in Buffalo 14 days ago, in El Paso in 2019, at Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High School in 2018, on the Las Vegas Strip in 2017, at the Pulse nightclub in 2016, in Sandy Hook Elementary School in 2012 is so beyond doubt that it has entered the realm of the super-real, the unremarkable, the utterly, tragically mundane. In America, horror is a cloverleaf: both a connected reality and a recurring spectacle, shared and remixed online, appropriated and ridiculed by soulless pundits on Fox News. There is nothing that can be done against the tsunami of grief, which is swept away in its unforeseen storm.

I feigned shock, pretending there was no apocalypse approaching through the rectangular fluff of my apartment window, but it’s foolish to deny it when the world borders on what seems to be another end. Fresh eater. More realities destroyed, devastated. All this welcomes me as a completely and not shocking dystopia. “This is also a mouth; mud pit. It’s a whiplash injury,” Margot Jefferson said. written a bumpy tour of American culture; what society can make of you. Make you. How quickly and without a second thought to get rid of you when you are Black, or a woman, or, God forbid, a child going to school. Although mostly – today, this week – it seems that this is another end. One more ending before many other endings.

And since we live in the exact intersection of time and circumstances, a very special sensation arises in a stream of incomprehensible horror that takes possession of the body, seeps into the recesses of the mind. Feeling is not only a yearning that you feel, that you understand with an all-too-familiar sigh and a broken heart, because the feeling in the context of this moment is something more. It is a simultaneous exponential crush, bloating and anxiety: everything is aggravated above, near and under what is happening and what has already happened to you.

Tragedies in Buffalo and Uvalda merge with the doom-laden surrealism of unraveling horrors, each ricocheting off the other. According to an economist at BMO Capital Markets, interview with Bloomberg News, rising prices for “food, rent and some other commodities appear to remain a challenge” in curbing U.S. inflation in the coming year. This is the year that the Supreme Court can reverse right to abortionworsening climatic conditionscalculated narrowing the rights of homosexualsa housing crisis, monkeypox threat, and what feels like endless pandemic fatigue. But no one has time to process, because the hamster wheel of capitalism requires us to work so that we continue to satisfy its greed.

Our bold, misguided citizenship project, allowing Americans of every color, status, orientation, and religious belief to have a say in building our republic, has failed. Our elected leaders have failed us. And we partially let ourselves down by not doing more sooner. The collective feeling is the final vibration, so to speak – complete neglect and entry into the dark ages.

If you want I’m stuck somewhere between Gen Z and age 45, you live with the internet as a fact of everyday life. It is like water, a natural resource without which it is impossible to live. The Internet has made it so that we consume at a certain uninterrupted and probably unhealthy rate: brutally and depressingly around the clock.

The Buffalo shooter’s relationship to the Internet has become a necessary obsession; he, in his words, “woke up” on 4chan. For several months, he researched and carefully planned his attack on the Internet. Perhaps more sinister is the way he has cataloged and broadcast his beliefs across a range of social media, including Discord and Twitch where is he broadcast the shooting two minutes before it was cut off. He understood carnage not only as a spectacle or mass entertainment, but also as a legacy of the great traditions of other mass shootings.

So the luck of social media is also their curse. He gave us access to people, cultures, experiences and opportunities that we never knew we had. He opened the world to us. It gave us the tools to create and remake ourselves. But this did not change the nature or purpose of the hatred. It only made it more immediate, more intimate, more paralyzing.

All this is not a cause for shock. Death is a chronic fact in America. He comes out of balance, graves Hispanic kids and black old people early, never batting an eyelid, never bluffing. To classify oneself as marginal means to live in endless deprivation of one’s body. Again and again. Certainly, without warning and without remorse. It’s more than a threat, it’s a contractual oath that can’t be evaded. Maintaining generational power—the power of white patriarchy, a type of power that supported government institutions, law enforcement, and various other mechanisms of structural influence—is a deliberate and purposeful sacrifice of bodies.

Like the data bits in the equation of American society, bodies are an abstraction from which fear and domination are exploited. “The violence of abstraction,” said abolitionist Ruth Wilson Gilmore, “brings all sorts of fetishes: states, races, normative views of how people fit into the world and take their place in it.” And it is the belief in abstraction, and the very illusion of what it can achieve in the hands of those who try to manipulate it, that suggests a value system in which extremism plays out carnage, a carnage that is all too easy to call “radical.” but better understood as an American. The brutality we allow has always partly defined the country.

Between 2009 and 2019, according to Anti-Defamation League60 per cent of the killings committed by extremists were committed by persons harboring white supremacist ideologies For example, the theory of substitution. Subjugation—or extermination, as the Buffalo shooter suggested—is not so easy to avoid in America when you live in opposition to the slavery of whiteness. “The post-slavery world was deliberately designed, with the idea of ​​keeping blacks as close to slavery as possible for as long as possible,” historian Annette Gordon-Reid recently wrote. observable.

All these pinball realities are about what it means to live in a black body, what it means for Rowe vs. Wade being amazed at what climate catastrophe will befall the even more marginalized among us, how the electorate will continue to betray basic fundamental rights—it all seemed to sound a little louder of late. For me, the increase in all this and more has become an even more dangerous resonance on the Internet.

In conversations with friends, on Twitter, where I spend an awful amount of time, and among some of the family members I’ve spoken to lately, the consensus is horrendous. A horror that works like a steamroller – makes pancakes out of everything that comes in its path. It is impossible to imagine the losses that the families of the victims must bear. The fear never seems to subside. These are just connections. And in the end, everything – and each of us – breaks down.

At least it seems so. Much has been written about The Great Retirement, how the pandemic has undermined our trance commitment to capitalism, forging healthier paths to fulfillment. But these days, everything seems weaker than usual, and presented in all sorts of dystopian overtones. What I fear is on the horizon as our many personalities and experiences crushed irretrievably, is a collective tipping point – let’s call it the Great Click. Or maybe it will be more like a crush as we are all flattened into emotionless blobs, helpless in the face of the anarchy that is growing all around us.

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