I try to imagine what my childhood would have been like if Nik Senior’s men were armed. How I would feel if the deaths were quieter, quicker, but more common. I wonder if you feel it less, with guns. If so many people are killed with so little effort, is it easier to pretend they aren’t lives? That everything is fine? It’s different, I imagine, from seeing flattened forms like blood ghosts on the sand or hearing the screams in the streets during the parade. No, killing should take longer than a heartbeat. Murder should be unignorable, always.
