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it's kinda strange reading this thread.
to remain vaguely on topic at the outset, i live in massachusetts these days: local media are all over this like white on rice. so i'm already vaguely irritated about the spectacle. on aesthetic grounds, because of it's bizarre-o mix of the maudlin and tastelessness.
but it also turns out that i have alot of friends who knew ted kennedy as an actual human being and for them, and others who knew him in real life, and his family, it's hard not to feel sympathy. in the way one feels sympathy for any actual human beings who pass through this aspect of the cycle of things.
as for people's relations to the imaginary teddy kennedys, their own private tks, the one they cobble together from interacting with various spaces of grouphate, which has been a cottage industry in conservative circles for years and years--i hope you're having fun with it.
but what are you going to do now that your imaginary tk is gone?
it must be like losing a favorite toy, one of those you liked to hit and throw around and get mad at. i would expect that folk might be a little sad about this turn of events--for themselves of course, because obviously having an imaginary tk to punch about and dispise is all about the people doing the hitting.
i don't say this out of any sense of moral outrage. i just think the construction of the imaginary tk as Villian non-pareil by the right has been an odd thing. people like having Villians around, i suppose. they help provide a sense of direction, of purpose.
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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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