Monday, June 1, 2020


What shall we do? let us, that have our tongues,
Plot some device of further misery,
To make us wonder’d at in time to come.

-Titus

Titus Andronicus                                 Act III, scene i, line 135

It’s kind of a weird thing to say, but then, this is a pretty weird play. It really would seem that Titus and his family don’t need too much more misery. Two of Titus’s sons have just been led off to be executed for a murder they didn’t commit, and now his daughter Lavina has been brought in. She’s been raped, and had her hands cut off and her tongue cut out. I mean, really, they need no further misery in order to be wondered at in time to come.

Now something just occurred to me. From my perspective everything in the past week or so is framed within a picture where the backdrop is the news of things going wrong. First it's the pandemic, then the economic meltdown, and now the country being torn apart over the issue of race and riots, and all with no leadership whatsoever from the top. And the more I read and think and listen to people, both famous and non-famous, talking about it, the more and more I come to realize that not enough of us white folk are doing a very good job of understanding what the minorities are going through. And I wonder, are any of those on the receiving end of the injustices thinking let us plot some device of further misery, to make us wonder’d at in time to come. Oh I don’t mean that they’re actually wanting things to get worse. But maybe they’re thinking, What the hell do we need to happen before someone notices? How horrific does it really need to be before these white people actually get it?

So I guess that’s today’s question, and it’s just a little bit of a twist on Titus’s question; but both wondering about some device of further misery.


There's no sugar coating it today. It's this morning's cover of the WSJ. Yes, there's a lot going wrong right now, and I'm not sure when it's gonna start getting better.



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