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for what it's worth, i was serious about the community norms thing--i would talk to the cops about a burglary--but i know that unless they caught the guy red-handed, it wouldnt matter.
i would talk to them about a car accident, or about some shithead who is driving while talking on their cellphone (as a cyclist, these people seem to me totally irresponsible).
but there are other things i would not talk to them about--and i sure as hell would not co-operate with them concerning ANYTHING political.
btw--i have been burglarized before. i understand the sense of being-violated it entails. when it happened, i talked to the cops and they did not take it seriously. they didnt even pretend that they were. well, maybe they did inwardly, but their incompetence outweighed that.
the break-in happened through a back window and involved using a crowbar to wedge the bars off the window. the cops didnt see it. they didnt see it because they didnt look.
and i never got back my computer and never got back the book manuscript that i had been working on for two fucking years that was on it. or the diskettes on which it was backed up. two fucking years worth of work. gone because i went to dinner on the wrong night. and i am quite sure that the machine ended up in the trash somewhere.
this sort of experience marks you. trust me on this.
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a gramophone its corrugated trumpet silver handle
spinning dog. such faithfulness it hear
it make you sick.
-kamau brathwaite
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