I can’t figure out why, exactly, but seeing this at the top of Brightest Young Things‘ weekly roundup of events and things to do-email made me a little queasy:
This week’s BEST WEEKEND BETS is, as always, hand selected from BYT ALL CITY and calibrated for maximum fun and minimum stress, and will be punctuated by images from random tumblrs we spent to much time on this week because, well, we can.
Before we do anything though, lets help DC9 re-open.It’s as easy as sending an email with:
OK-OFF WE GO NOW.
Lets all just have a super weekend
It’s as easy as sending an email? But then what? Someone who lives in a different neighborhood, who may have a different complexion sends an email advocating for DC9 to remain closed? I get that the charges have been dropped, and if we believe in the presumption of innocence then my head tells me that it’s only fair to allow this business to reopen…for now. The squishy red thing in my chest disagrees with my head, violently.
Perhaps DC9 would be the safest place in the city, if it did reopen, especially while investigations are pending, because the staff would be hyper-aware of how they are in the public’s eye. That’s a neat hypothetical exercise, but what worries me is that the level of emotion on both sides is powerful– and divisive. A man died, and depending on what country your family originally came from or what type of music you once attended concerts for, people seem to neatly line up either for or against DC9.
The problem is amid all the noise and protest, answers are needed and they aren’t available yet; the Office of the Chief Medical Examiner may take up to 90 days to finish and deliver Ali Ahmed Mohammed’s autopsy report. I worry that the rancor this case has created will live on, long after reports are released, charges are filed, or cases are decided. I love this blog, which allows me to explore the intersection of race and class in this beautiful city, but my inner idealist recoils at the additional “job security” this tragedy provides.