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                                             August 17, 2013


   This afternoon, Dangerbaby and I had just
   eaten at Rudy's Can't Fail Cafe on Telegraph
   at 18th Street, in Oakland, on the border of
   the "Uptown" neighborhood.

   I wanted to peer in the window of Duende's
   around the corner, and I saw that for once
   the Bibliotecha bookstore was open when I
   happened to be around, so we stopped in
   there. Soon after, there was the sound of
   loud echoing gun-fire outside.

   Glancing out the window, I could see an older asian
   woman across the street, she was looking fearfully
   over her shoulder hurrying away to the right.

   Dangerbaby commented on how close the sounds were
   and asked about where they were coming from--
   she doesn't have directional hearing-- I gestured
   to the left, largely based on the behavior of the
   Asian woman, and the people back at Rudy's who were
   rushing inside.

   I wondered vaguely if it were a good idea to be
   just standing inside this plate glass window,
   but the action seemed to have stopped.  I could
   hear a woman screaming up the street to the left,
   and decided to step outside and look up the street.
                                                           I remembered my
   There was a black guy lying on the sidewalk a           social studies
   block away, near the "Bad Boyz" hair salon,             teacher commenting
   directly across the street from Rudy's (where           on how blood brings
   our bikes were still locked up).  There were            everyone out.
   a number of other people-- mostly black--
   standing around, some were trying to help,                     THE_MIST
   e.g. by covering they guy on the sidewalk
   with a jacket.

   Dangerbaby commented in anguished tones
   "why do they keep doing that to themselves?".
   I understood she was referring to black-on-black crimes.
   This us/them distinction bothered me, though.          

   A girl on a bike pulled up-- slightly dark skin,
   indeterminate ethnic background, a nose ring, I
   think-- she said "I heard that all the way up       I'm afraid from this,
   the street.  Did someone get capped?"               and other comments,
                                                       I got a strong sense
   I said I didn't know, someone was hurt--            of the spectators
   gesturing up the street.  (My impression is         wanting a piece of
   that they weren't killed, and Dangerbaby            the drama.
   later commented that when she saw the
   paramedics working she had the impression
   he was just wounded.)                           It had occured to me
                                                   that more than one
   I shook my head and followed Dangerbaby         person might've been
   into the bookstore.  The girl on bike           shot, and that turns
   commented "Where will it all end, eh?"          out to be the case.
   I made a palm-up gesture (as I often            KGO news says 4 were
   seem to these days) but said nothing.           shot, one in critical
                                                   condition, all expected
   Without speaking about it, we both took         to live.
   our time looking around the bookstore.
                                                     The story seems confused
   It took the police a little less than             and nonsensical, as such
   ten minutes to arrive on the                      things often are:
   scene... slower than one might like,
   but actually a faster response time                 http://abclocal.go.com/kgo/story?section=news/local/east_bay&id=9209964
   than you'd get in many other places.

   I picked up a couple of things (A
   Geoffrey Household I was unfamiliar
   with, in a slightly expensive and
   inconvienient hardcover first
   edition), and a D.T.  Suzuki                                 
   paperback on Buddhism, originally        I sometimes wonder       
   copyright 1947, and I would guess        where Kerouac picked     
   one of the first things he published.    up on Buddhism from.     
                                            It was most likely a     
   When we left, the street was blocked     book like this.          
   off by a police car, lights flashing.                             
   A block away, near the shooting, the                   ZEN_FLESH
   intersection was cordoned off with
   yellow tape.

   Dangerbaby had to duck under the tape
   to get her bike out of there.  The cops      Multiple people were standing
   were all working on the other side of        around at the boundary.
   telegraph, and no one complained about       A black guy was making
   it.                                          insider comments like
                                                "It's always in front of
                                                a barbershop".

                                                I was getting the strong
                                                sense that everyone
                                                enjoys a good shooting,
      The obvious point:                        much in the same way
      am I any better?                          that everyone has fun in
      Why am I writing this up?                 a blackout.


      The actual reason I wrote
      this up (at least as far
      as I know): in retrospect,
      I think my reactions sucked.

      Standing around inside a
      window, wondering if those
      noises were really gunshots?
      I should've ducked into
      the back of the bookstore,
      bringing Dangerbaby with me.

      If I *wasn't* going to duck and
      hide, I should've been out there
      faster, when there might've been
      a chance to see something important.

          Did I note the time?  No.
          (It was around 4pm, that's      DISTANT_GUNSHOTS
          all I could say.)

          Did I count the shots?  No.
          It was 6 or 8 or something
          like that.



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