For being on break, I get sleepy really early.
i am currently in defense mode. don't drag my friends & kin along in your selfish, confused journeys for self. [probably a somewhat unwarranted statement, but yo, i already said that i'm vying for one side.]
walking electrocution
i had this really strange dream. this morning "tookie" was executed, which is fact, not fiction. but last night i dreamt about his execution. [by the time i went to bed the decision on NO clemency was made.]i dreamt that i was watching him in a room with a few other suited caucasian people in it. they [& i] were all watching him as he "walked" down a pair of parallel bars. the bars were orange for some reason, & they were metal, & they had odd grooves within them. they were about waist height. stanley had one hand on each bar, & there must have been some sort of shackle or weight on his feet, because his arms were the only things to support him down the way. he was walking on his hands down the parallel bars. when he got to one end, he turned and went the other way. every time his palm met the orange bar, he winced. there was a shock. the bars were electrocuted.
he spoke as he dragged his body along. "it's tough, you know," he said, as if he were narrating for a documentary. this was his torture. he was supposed to electrocute himself to death by walking down the bars as much as he could. dragging his feet along. until he collapsed.
i don't remember seeing him die in my dream, but he died as i slept anyway.
it's kind of a strange vision to have. it's so closely tied to current events, which is not rare for dreams to be, but what's funny is i never allowed myself to spend much time thinking over the fate of tookie. co-founder of the crips. killed four people. reformed behind bars. anti-gang activist.
it's things like these that are hard for me to come to firm opinions on. i honestly don't know what would have been right - to execute tookie or not, but as much as the topic did scare me & capture my attention, i distanced myself from the controversial matter by the cushioning thought that the decision was not mine to be made.
perhaps my dream was a vision to a bigger theme i ought to look more into - how humane is execution? what difference does it make if we force atlas to carry the world on his shoulders? is his plight the same as tookie's efforts to save youth from downward spirals? was it fair for prometheus' insides to be devoured by vultures again & again? . . . say, for the sake of argument, that execution is justified. does it matter if we torture the party to be executed before they die? they know their end is coming in a premeditated time & fashion. how is a quick & painless forced death any more palatable than prolongued pain eventually followed by death? sometimes thoughts like these worry me in the fact that i am thinking them, but you know, at some point, a group of rich white men thought these things & what they decided became law. :P
w o o o o o o o o w
walking electrocution
i had this really strange dream. this morning "tookie" was executed, which is fact, not fiction. but last night i dreamt about his execution. [by the time i went to bed the decision on NO clemency was made.]i dreamt that i was watching him in a room with a few other suited caucasian people in it. they [& i] were all watching him as he "walked" down a pair of parallel bars. the bars were orange for some reason, & they were metal, & they had odd grooves within them. they were about waist height. stanley had one hand on each bar, & there must have been some sort of shackle or weight on his feet, because his arms were the only things to support him down the way. he was walking on his hands down the parallel bars. when he got to one end, he turned and went the other way. every time his palm met the orange bar, he winced. there was a shock. the bars were electrocuted.
he spoke as he dragged his body along. "it's tough, you know," he said, as if he were narrating for a documentary. this was his torture. he was supposed to electrocute himself to death by walking down the bars as much as he could. dragging his feet along. until he collapsed.
i don't remember seeing him die in my dream, but he died as i slept anyway.
it's kind of a strange vision to have. it's so closely tied to current events, which is not rare for dreams to be, but what's funny is i never allowed myself to spend much time thinking over the fate of tookie. co-founder of the crips. killed four people. reformed behind bars. anti-gang activist.
it's things like these that are hard for me to come to firm opinions on. i honestly don't know what would have been right - to execute tookie or not, but as much as the topic did scare me & capture my attention, i distanced myself from the controversial matter by the cushioning thought that the decision was not mine to be made.
perhaps my dream was a vision to a bigger theme i ought to look more into - how humane is execution? what difference does it make if we force atlas to carry the world on his shoulders? is his plight the same as tookie's efforts to save youth from downward spirals? was it fair for prometheus' insides to be devoured by vultures again & again? . . . say, for the sake of argument, that execution is justified. does it matter if we torture the party to be executed before they die? they know their end is coming in a premeditated time & fashion. how is a quick & painless forced death any more palatable than prolongued pain eventually followed by death? sometimes thoughts like these worry me in the fact that i am thinking them, but you know, at some point, a group of rich white men thought these things & what they decided became law. :P
w o o o o o o o o w