It’s not like I didn’t warn you.
Most of us remember our first kiss. Not because it’s better, or even materially different, than our second or twenty-second kiss, but because it’s our first. Nobody remembers their twenty-second, however. It fades into an amorphous mass.
But we’re not talking about kisses, right? This is entirely different. Except it’s not.
Too many brutal videos of police needlessly beating people and lying about it turn an outrage into the new normal. The impact of seeing in living color, maybe even hi-def, police officers beat a human being whose “crime” is not jumping as high or as quickly as some pimple-faced cop demands can have a huge impact on those who have muddled through life believing that such things could never happen. Like judges.
The hope is that by posting about such things, providing the opportunity for people to see the very things that they have spent a career denying to themselves ever happen, will be a first kiss opportunity for those in the system who need to know what we know. The fear is that the impact will fade when it’s the twenty-second isolated incident, and they can go back to hiding from the ugliness to go about their business as they always have.


