THIS POST CONTAINS MANY, MANY SPOILERS
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In 2024, American police killed 20 unarmed black men. That’s twenty too many. Representatives of the state should meet a higher, rather than a lower, standard with respect to application of force. All forms of qualified immunity should be abolished and law enforcement officers should be monitored at all times, and held accountable in all ways, for violence against members of the community.
Literature about the problem of state violence is important. Because it is important, it, too, should be held to a high standard. There has been excellent YA produced that covers this ground, with The Hate You Give as one prominent example. Survive The Dome by Kosoko Jackson attempts to grapple with the issue, but ultimately fails due to its Manichean outlook and its many, many plot holes.
Jackson is a competent writer. He succeeds, to some extent, in telling a story. My favorite scene in the book is the scene in which Jamal and Marco share a bed for the first time. When he presents the reader with fully realized human beings engaging with one another, he's fine.
The first of the book’s problems is that it rarely presents fully realized human beings engaging with one another. Solzhenitsyn wrote that “The line separating good and evil passes…right through every human heart. And even within hearts overwhelmed by evil, one small bridgehead of good is retained.” Jackson isn’t buying what Solzhenitsyn is selling. The world of Survive the Dome is defined by the intersectional progressive belief that membership in a disadvantaged group is synonymous with character; the repressed have no impure motives, and those in privileged groups are motivated purely by malice.
Setting aside the fact that this ideology breeds hatred, it produces boring fiction. You don’t need to spend any time while reading Survive The Dome wondering whether a character will surprise or disappoint you. The moment you hear the character’s skin tone described, you know whether you are dealing with a hero or a villain. Nor are you going to run into any moments where you question the motives of the heroes or feel a pang of understanding for the villains. It’s all very much black and white, with the villains delivering Bond-villain soliloquies in which they roll around in their racism, and the heroes voicing college dorm-room tropes about the sheer nobility of the victimized underclass. In the book’s cringiest scene, we get to watch a fearless Latina (or, as Jackson insists, Latinx) dish out a beatdown on a combat-suited cop while simultaneously delivering a lecture on privilege.
It is difficult, but not impossible, to produce a good novel this way. I’ve read ideological polemics that work as entertaining fiction. But to make that happen, you’ve got to be a heck of a storyteller with a masterful sense of plot mechanics. The story has to happen in a world with well-defined rules and with characters who act according to their own nature within the scope of those rules. This is the second problem with Survive The Dome. Over and over again, both heroes and villains behave in ways that are, at best, tactically stupid, and at worst, utterly inconsistent with the motives attributed to them.
I contend that the plot is the book’s primary problem. To defend this claim, I must describe the plot. So here come the spoilers, by the truckload.
Let’s talk about the imbecilic character behavior that drives the plot of this book.
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1. GOVERNOR AMBROSE, AMERICA'S STUPIDEST POLITICIAN.
Ms. Ambrose is the venomously ambitious and politically conservative governor of Maryland. In that role, she inherits a experimental military technology program dating back to the 1980s and brings it to fruition. It is an astonishing achievement; what her program achieves is nothing less than world-changing in military terms. Not only is it possible to create a physically impenetrable force field the effectiveness of which is not reduced when it is scaled up to encompass an entire American city, it can also be scaled down to power individual combat suits which turn the wearers into de facto super soldiers, with video links accessible to every combatant, ensuring perfect tactical coordination across the entire field of battle.
Governor Ambrose is looking to win votes in (presumably) the Republican presidential primaries. Kinda seems like providing this tech to the US military would achieve that, don’t you think? If nothing else, leasing it to them would provide her with an inexhaustible campaign war chest. How would voters respond to, for instance, an impenetrable shield protecting civilians from missiles?
Of her many political options, the Governor chooses to use the tech to imprison the population of Baltimore’s poorer neighborhoods inside a translucent and, presumably, oxygen-permeable dome. Her scheme, as explained in her Bond-villain monologue, is to show the voters a method of conflict management that will insulate peacekeepers from harm. The selling point--and she makes this absolutely explicit in her dialogue with our plucky teen heroes--is that it protects soldiers and law enforcement personnel. The dome ensures that disreputable and violent elements can be isolated, and that no soldiers or law enforcement officers will have to be put at risk to keep the scofflaws at bay.
A couple of the scientists on the project have reservations about the whole business, and very intelligently complain to their bosses instead of going straight to the media. Governor Ambrose “disappears” them but, in keeping with a trend that recurs throughout the novel, unaccountably leaves them alive.
She then puts the dome up over Baltimore…with the police inside it, wearing the super-suits. The upside of this, politically, is that she gets to produce carefully edited videos of the cops kicking ass on those Awful People of Color. Needless to say, this does NOT fit with her rationale of protecting cops and soldiers. Perhaps she was lying to our plucky teen heroes?
Not only are the peacekeepers in harm’s way, they get harmed. Indeed, the Chief of Police (and we’ll get to him later, BOY, will we get to him) manages to get himself taken hostage by our plucky teen heroes. And once they have their hostage, they have him call the Governor to come negotiate him out of there.
What is the Governor’s incentive to agree to this demand? Why does she not simply hang up the phone? If she blows them off and they kill their hostage, her experiment has demonstrated EXACTLY what she wanted it to—that the scruffy urban types must be put in their place and that isolation is the best method of doing so.
Or: she could go in the opposite direction; she could use the seizure of the Chief of Police as a causus belli. The scruffy urban types have gone too far this time! Send in the National Guard! And support the politician who’s tough on crime, you Republican primary voters!
Nope. She negotiates. And not at a distance. She elects to travel into the dome and confront the armed bunch with a penchant for seizing important white people as hostages PERSONALLY, backed not by an entire division of US marines, but by a small security detail.
The plucky heroes threaten to kill their hostage. This is a strange choice. If they do in fact kill him, Governor Ambrose can have her security detail gun them down, and then use the Chief as a martyr for her cause. “I put myself in harms way, but these terrorists wouldn’t listen to reason. Honor the memory of Chief Coles! Support me in my crusade to keep our streets safe.”
Rather than take this route, Governor Ambrose negotiates. And by "negotiates", I mean she folds like a cheap card table. She concedes to a list of demands that include the dismantling of the dome and her own resignation from office. Why does she do this? The novel gives us two reasons. First: the plucky heroes threaten to release a video taken from the cameras of the super-soldier cops documenting their abuses of people of color. Second, our plucky teen heroes give her an "out" of sorts; she can blame the whole thing on Chief Coles, extricate herself from the whole affair, and pursue higher office on her own terms.
I think you can see the problem with presenting these two arguments in tandem.
The "out" that our plucky teen heroes are giving the Governor is a good one. In fact, it is so good that it completely destroys negates their leverage. “You’re right,” Governor Ambrose could say, “I could blame Chief Coles for this whole thing...including all the stuff in that video I'm supposed to be scared of. You know what? Publish and be damned, kiddos. I’m gonna take your advice and tell the public a story about a police chief gone rogue. In fact, by crikey, that’s another reason why we need the dome! Not just to isolate criminals—but to avoid exactly this kind of interaction between the cops and the criminals that your video displays. Deal’s off, kids. I’m outta here; gotta measure some curtains for the Oval Office.”
She doesn’t say this. Nor does she notice that she gains nothing by conceding. Even if she gives them everything they want, it’s not like they’re handing her a set of photographic negatives or something. They could have a dozen copies of those video files, or a hundred, to release to the media at any point they wish.
Governor Ambrose folds. She gives the kids everything they want and lets them walk away scot free. The dome goes down. The good guys celebrate.
If Governor Ambrose has the tactical intelligence or political vision of an eight-year-old, the plucky heroes lose, and she walks away with everything she wants.
2. NEMESIS: WHAT ANONYMOUS WOULD BE IF EVERY MEMBER HAD A BRAIN INJURY
Nemesis, who are mostly aligned with the good guys, is a collection of hackers descended from Anonymous. It is a strange line of descent and there are suggestions of serious inbreeding.
Nemesis is a secret organization. Very, very secret. So secret, in fact, that its members have tattoos of the organization’s crest in clearly visible areas such as their faces. So secret that they emblazon the organization’s logo on the door of their ultra-secret safe house.
Nemesis is also very, very wary of its public image—a rare trait, one might think, in a secret society, but I suppose we all have our quirks. They cannot be seen as criminals! In order to avoid any such impression, they deny membership to any prospect who has a criminal record. Because, you know, otherwise the public might check their membership lists and do some digging and discover that one of their members had done bad things.
Anyway, this secret society of 1337 uber-haxxors gains advance warning of the pending attempt to isolate urban Baltimore behind a forcefield, and in accordance with their profound aversion to being seen as criminals, they decide to directly confront the police and government and take the whole thing down.
Do they do this by, for instance, revealing the documents they’ve obtained about this pending plot to the media? They do not.
Do they, in accordance with their profound concern for social justice, inform the black and brown citizens of Baltimore of the pending attempt to imprison and beat seven colors of shit out of them? They do not.
No. What Nemesis does is this. They move what appears to be their entire membership inside the area which is going to be Domed, where all the cops are, so they can take it down from the inside.
Do they put any of their members--like, EVEN ONE of their members--OUTSIDE the dome, so they can, you know, try to take it down from the OTHER side, where the cops AREN’T? If you’re asking these questions, that just goes to show that you are NOT a 1337 uber-haxxor like Nemesis. Anyway, the cops raid their super-secret hideout with their logo on the door and take them all into custody, and it’s hard to argue that they deserve better.
3. CHIEF COLES: AMERICA'S DUMBEST COP, AND POSSIBLY AMERICA'S SINGLE STUPIDEST HUMAN BEING.
Where do we even BEGIN with this guy?
Police Chief Coles is a piece of work. The author says he’s widely seen as “charming,” which I suppose is Jackson’s way of saying something about how the media softens cops’ public perceptions, given that every time we see him he’s delivering moustache-twirling evil rants and basically cackling with malicious glee.
Anyway, Chief Coles and his entire police force are suited up and ready to roll when the dome comes down—not one single member of the conspiracy lets the word slip, either through moral reservations or just a desire to jabber about their pending trip to Robocop Fantasy Camp--and being inveterate racists to a man, they immediately start beating the asses of every person of color they see and saying every racist thing that comes into their heads.
The basic techniques of real-world policing appear to have been abandoned under Chief Coles’ leadership. For instance: we do see the police patrol in partnerships at times. But whenever a situation of genuine danger arises, as when Super Racist Officer Lewis tracks down the plucky heroes, there’s no partner to be seen and no attempt to call in backup. Nor, one supposes, is anyone actually monitoring these video feeds which allow everybody to see what any officer is seeing, because when Officer Lewis gets into that fight I mentioned earlier, where he gets his ass kicked by an unarmed woman who lectures him about privilege throughout, there’s no swarm of cops descending from all directions in response to his video feed. Then, when Officer Lewis’s partner retraces his steps to the plucky hero hideaway and goes in to find out what happened to him, he TOO goes in alone, rather than backed up by about four hundred other cops. One is reminded of those old martial arts movies in which dozens of ninjas attack Bruce Lee one at a time so he can take them each out in succession.
As was mentioned in the Nemesis section above, Chief Coles is able to defeat Nemesis’s impeccable security and take them into custody, and he manages to bust Jamal and Marco into the bargain. He wants info from Jamal about their network, and so he does what evil cops do and has his henchmen beat the ever-loving shit out of Jamal’s love interest. Poor Jamal caves and gives up everything.
At this point Chief Coles has decided he wants to turn Jamal into an informant. He knows exactly what he needs to do to keep Jamal in line. He’s used Marco as leverage, and it worked. So: does he keep Marco in custody as insurance against Jamal going rogue? Nope. He just decides he’ll turn Marco loose as well, because reasons.
Does Chief Coles put a tracking device on Jamal or Marco in order to see where they go from that point forward and whom they interact with? Don’t be silly. That would imply that he doesn’t trust the two of them or something. Far wiser to just let them roam free and keep the door open for Jamal in the hope that he’ll see the light. You know, having seen his boyfriend tortured in front of him and everything, he’s surely got every reason to want to cross the line and serve the state.
And what happens at this point…I still can’t quite believe I read it.
Sure enough, Jamal contacts Chief Coles. He’s got INFORMATION! It’s time for Chief Coles to reap the benefits of his faith in young people!
Does Chief Coles send an officer to meet with Jamal at an agreed upon location? Don’t be ridiculous. Clearly, a show of faith is required here. Nothing will do but to invite the kid to his mansion, to be wined and dined in preparation for The Spilling of the Beans. I mean, that’s how police interact with their informers in the real world, right? Bring ‘em out to the burbs for a BBQ. Common practice, really.
Now.
Chief Coles has, in his possession, a USB drive. On this USB drive he has copies of all of the documentation relating to the design and operations of those super-suits his cops are wearing.
Why has he created this USB drive? What conceivable purpose could it serve? Even if you must keep the files around, why in hold hell would you store it one portable media, which anyone at all could just pick up and sort through? Because...reasons.
But…surely, he keeps it in a secure location, right? Like, at City Hall? Or at Police HQ, surrounded by cops? At the bottom of a locked filing cabinet in a disused lavatory marked with a sign reading “Beware Of The Leopard?” There’s no reason to take any chances at all with it, right?
Chief Coles keeps this USB drive in his home. In a secret study, without a police officer in sight. Hidden inside a hollowed-out book, on a bookshelf. And the book in question is left sticking out of the stack. Because…I dunno, maybe the Feng Shui is better that way?
Jamal comes into Chief Coles’ home. He takes a bath and eats a meal and he “spills the beans”. Chief Coles has his informant! The kids really are all right. And now, Chief Coles decides to reward his informant, to show Jamal the benefits of loyalty.
So Chief Coles lets Jamal make a phone call, to anyone he wants, outside the dome.
From what location does Jamal get to make this phone call?
Not from a monitored cell phone set up specifically for the purpose. Not from the living room, or an upstairs bedroom, or an office, or the pantry. Not from the kitchen or the billiard room or the conservatory. No. Chief Coles elects to usher Jamal into his secret study, where the all-important USB drive is barely hidden, to make the phone call.
At which point, CHIEF COLES LEAVES THE ROOM.
HE WALKS OUT OF THE ROOM. HE LEAVES JAMAL UNATTENDED, IN THE ROOM WITH THE USB DRIVE. FOR FIVE MINUTES. SO THAT JAMAL CAN MAKE HIS PHONE CALL IN PRIVACY.
YOU’LL NEVER GUESS WHAT HAPPENS NEXT.
Later on, we’ll watch Chief Coles put himself on the front line of a confrontation with the demonstrators; the contents of the USB will lead to his capture, and to the bizarre negotiation with Governor Ambrose that I mentioned above. And some might say that getting captured constitutes a stupid move on Chief Coles’ part. But…after the bit with the phone call…I mean, really, it’s all small potatoes from that point on.
They could reveal that Chief Coles personally invented the force field tech and the super suits, Tony Stark style, and he would still go down as one of the dumbest characters in the history of American fiction.
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Wow. That went on a while, didn’t it? This ended up being a much longer review than I intended to write, but I do think it’s necessary for me to fully justify my rating here.
Books can make a difference. We really do need books about abuse of police power. But Survive the Dome is absolutely not the book we need.