NOT A GOOD DAY!

Why is it not OK to go out into my street, lie down in the middle of the pavement and wail until I am comforted by my community, until I feel I can go about my business again, until the next time the moment of loss is as overwhelming as it was yesterday?

Was it ever something that a grieving mother was permitted/expected to do? Why is it that I turn to a blog that has no immediate empathy towards me, other than what it represents to me in a world where "we pull ourselves together"? Have we learned to distract ourselves to the point of isolation where it counts?

Barack Obama's favorite TV program is The Wire. (Not on TV here yet!!! but I was watching a program about it) apparently it converses with the viewer with regard to the reality of mostly a black experience in Baltimore, Maryland USA. It is about how individuals commit themselves to whatever institution they are in via trade, drug, law, what ever, and how blinkered they become in order to live day to day, within it. It's primarily about urban life, artistic ambitions, and uncommonly deep exploration of sociological themes including how corrupt life has become.

To me, from what I have seen, It seems to suggests that one way or another we distract ourselves from reality, we numb ourselves from the pain of the existence within a mass dilution we share, that being "we as individuals are in CONTROL" but then we all seem to understand that: as families, communities, nations and as human being's, we are far from being in control of anything. Here lies our dilemma!!!!!

Critics have frequently described The Wire as one of the greatest television series of all time. Is it because we identify with this "dilemma", that "The Wire" talks to us. That through it we hear our daily conversations with our inner self? Is it because the program is mainly about black American urban life, that we don't have it over here yet?

Certainly it made me think. It made me question why it is not ok to howl with everyone in my community who has lost a child today, this moment or tomorrow.

Maybe the internet is my way of doing it.