Let’s not get crazy over the fried chicken terrorist guy #chelsea

I posted most of this on Facebook first after feeling dismayed at Twitter (think we’d all know better by now) compared to what I saw in New York City being out and about on Saturday night.

I don’t mean to downplay the people who were injured by the blast or the threat of international terrorism, but it makes sense to proportionalize reactions to proper context and not overblown fear.  A lot more people die in the United States to different kinds of violence and other causes that are preventable, which I personally think we should be a lot more worried about, other than terrorism by what appears to be a disaffected amateur.  I resent the politics of fear.  Let’s not let terrorism work and give into the psychology of fear.

 

 

To which this dude was like:

 

To which I am like:

 

 

People going about business as usual, out drinking, shopping, and enjoying the fall weather evening. There are lots of extra security precautions this weekend in general because of the UN General Assembly, but everyone is just going about their lives.

Basically NYC in a nutshell here. I’ve never met a people who were more “Meh, whatever. Get on with it.” about just about anything. And it’s delightful.

“And another neighbor nearby, Graham Mills, 52, seemed almost relieved that the wait for this was over. “It was only a matter of time,” he said. “There’s kind of this New York spirit that’s like, whatever. Let’s get on with life.”

I would hardly call it indifference, but I think everyone here is kind of glib about the inevitability about this sort of thing.

No, seriously, it’s actually weird to open Twitter, Facebook, and the national news and see people freaking out juxtaposed with people literally outside eating pizza drunk and milling about.

I hope everyone injured will recover soon and that proper investigations and actions will be taken. I use to literally work a block from the explosion and hang out there all the time still, so I am personally sad and angry someone who lives, works, or was just nearby got hurt.

There are sirens going outside my window right now, and they have been for hours. One of those terrifying amber-alert sounds about a suspicious package on 27th street just shook my phone, and I probably won’t be able to fall asleep for awhile now. I think anyone here would be lying if they didn’t feel a sort of malaise, but after meeting so many old-timers who remember New York from the Bronx-is-burning bad old days and those who lived through 9/11, you get taught can’t let this sort of thing subvert your values or terrify you from living your life.

 

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