29 Mar

We watched from above, then…B-roll from helicopters, as Reginald Denny’s skull was bashed in by some punk scumbags who took his wallet, tossed a fire extinguisher into his head, and kicked him repeatedly and I thought, fuck, he should have driven that motherfucking semi straight through the fiery madness and out, but who the hell knows what waits for a man on the other side of a dank, nasty tunnel? Sometimes nothing. Daylight. Breathing room. I think most of us are inherently good and we try to watch out for others in situations like that. And so. And so they pulled Denny out of his truck and nearly killed him. Years later Denny is on some TV show with half his skull dented in and I’m unemployed and huffing freon from a can stolen from the back of a bakery in a strip mall in P.G. County. Thinking: Jesus, we’re both alive somehow…me feeling a weird high, like a battery and Reginald feeling probably like hell. They’re all parasites on all sides across all races. I’ve always known when the Revolution comes I’ll be the one running the other way, jug of cheap wine in hand, mindful of mortars and shrapnel and Bouncing Bettys. Barbed wire. Entrenched infantry. I’m not losing my arms or my nose or my ears for some obtuse cause dreamed up on paper by a comfortable despot with a beard and a bank account in Switzerland.

We watched from a TV studio, then…B-roll from the courthouse, as they let O.J. off. The entire control room screamed in outrage at the verdict and the guest in the studio, some defense attorney babbling details filling in the time throughout the long wait, complained about bias coming from the crew. It was a black vs. white issue he said. I didn’t give a shit about it either way. Nothing is fair in the long run and everything is fair in the long run. Years later O.J. is on a national news show being pinched for some pseudo-armed robbery involving sports memorabilia or something. He gets 33 years in prison with a possibility for parole in 9 years. I don’t give a shit either way. I wake, I have a piss, I brush my teeth, I get dressed, and I go to work. Half the time if I’m lucky I get a good parking spot on the side of the vacant gravel lot next to the Shanghai Pagoda Chinese food joint. They cash checks, too. And make Italian subs.


9 Responses to “then…”

  1. DAMM 29/03/2011 at 2:20 PM #

    I will never forget watching from a T.V. we set up in the kitchen of a Ramada Inn restaurant where I was working. My jaw hit the floor and I just worked in a fugue the rest of the day. And then the next day I got up and went back to ork and there was no TV

  2. Pruteanu 29/03/2011 at 2:32 PM #

    …that’s as good an ending for this piece as any.

  3. Ava Joe 29/03/2011 at 2:44 PM #

    I especially the part where Damm goes back to Ork and loses his TV. I assume he was retrieving his rainbow suspenders in order to properly celebrate the release of an innocent man from the racist clutches of the criminal justice system. Poor OJ. If he DID do it, it was only because he loved her, and he’s said as much.

  4. valerie 29/03/2011 at 2:54 PM #

    how can i like something without a like button?

    anyway amen.

    and joe bageant died. sorry i’m telling everyone. i’ve never been so sad about someone i never personally knew dying.

  5. Pruteanu 29/03/2011 at 2:56 PM #

    I don’t know…how can you? And yes, I caught your snippet in TWAK about Bageant. Sad. He was fairly young. Nasty, long fight.

  6. valerie 29/03/2011 at 4:04 PM #

    oh just smartass me.

    my socialist redneck hero. a rare breed..

  7. Pruteanu 30/03/2011 at 8:25 AM #

    I take issue with 2 of the 3 things there, Valerie.

  8. valerie 30/03/2011 at 10:32 AM #

    yeah. most do.

  9. Robb 05/04/2011 at 9:44 AM #

    Deny should have roll right over everyone, so true. Of course then there would have been another trial and another post-verdict riot.

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