As reports came in over the course of yesterday, I was struck by how quickly the mind seems to want to clean and polish and wherever possible use prefab mental structures to house a fresh crisis. Many friends used the killings to engage in the tired game of bashing the imbecile Palin again, or to express anger at the hysterical conservative rhetoric that pervaded the most recent election. The killer was obviously spawned from these forces it seemed to many (and I too understand that temptation). But as we learned more about the killer it seemed to me that this Manichean reversion to political formula and the usual suspects, was at best a subject change, though perhaps therapeutically motivated from shock, or at worst a haymaking strategy with little substance, eclipsing the true tragedy at hand.
My mind began to wander to other civic horrors. The first political memory I have is sitting in the living room of my childhood Richmond District flat and being told by my parents that "a very bad man" had murdered Mayor Moscone and Supervisor Milk. Immediately the juxtaposition showed a profound difference, as I reflected on the bitter and depressed, but rational Dan White and the surfacing psychotic youtube and myspace entries of Jared Lee Loughner. No, Loughner was cut from a different bolt of cloth and this was going to be frustrating to accept. There is still talk of an accomplice and perhaps it will turn out that some raging wingnut with elephant and teabag tattoos svengalied a very disturbed young man, but it seems unlikely to me. At the moment we're left with the truly senseless act: paranoid violence borne from a brain on failure mode, the side effect of an organic aberration rather than the true evil we crave it to be.
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