This brave (cowardly?) new world gets more complex.
Monday night, 22 people were killed at a concert. Including an 8 yr old girl. By a 22 year old man (kid?)
At an Ariana Grande concert, but if the terror wanted to strike preteen girls, it could have just as easily been The Beatles in 1964, (or the Monkees).
Or the next concert you go to.
The 8 year old girl haunts me. She haunts the 8 year old me, and the grown woman I am that she will never become.
Davy was from Manchester, an immigrant jockey/entertainer who came to America and was assimilated into a "Cowboy". A smiling nod at the truth.
All the girls screaming, their throats sore from screaming in happiness at music.
The trauma & re-traumatizing of the original audience, and the viewers at home.
And lest you think this is about the terrorism of the moment, 1968 was a year of death & assassinations. It just gets edited out.
But now you understand why they included that shot of a Vietnamese soldier getting killed in HEAD. It was as "popular" then on TV as the Zapruder film.
The media is the message. Everything is more immediate now, including the context of history.
Never forget. Never forget that this is not new.
