Eugene David ...The One-Minute Pundit |
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Friday, July 14, 2006
The other day (and we'd rather not have mentioned it) a woman jumped or fell to her death from the garage across from where we live, and already the obligatory small bushel of flowers has grown around a nearby tree. We remember how a young woman was beaten to death with a baseball bat near the Whole Foods on South Street while dozens of the famously tolerant denizens of that thoroughfare looked blankly on, and how flowers grew up on that site too, and withered away. Lady Di's brief return to the news summons the memory of England's grotesque fit of Oprahism, of how that broken empire became a veritable mortuary covered with flowers and bathos. The best way to remember an untimely death is to campaign for better policing, or open the checkbook and finance a suicide prevention center. Flowers rot, in several ways.
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