It's been exactly 13 days since the Sean Bell acquittal or as I refer to it, "Black black guy day". You probably noticed that I haven't posted on this blog in the past two weeks. Most likely you assumed it was because I was too sad-- that the tears streaming from my face would find the cracks in my keyboard and fritz up my hard drive. Or maybe you thought I was too angry and that I would try typing by pounding my fists on the keyboard. For instance,"This is an outrage!" would be translated to the very illegible: "lkshde!sjkfbn%@kjgK&S!"
Well actually the reason I didn't blog was because I was attempting the world's first blogging strike. As it turns out, no one really cares when you go on a blogging strike. Go figure. So we had to think of other protests. Hunger-striking was out of the question due to my affinity for fine Italian cuisine. (Also for Southern, French, Ethiopian, Tex-Mex, Pan-Asian fusion and molecular-gastronomic food).
So we were in a bit of a protesting slump you could say. But then we thought of something ingenious. The most annoying protest in the world!
We blocked traffic and created an even bigger traffic jam during rush hours. Thousands of innocent New Yorkers couldn't get home to supper, to Junior's soccer game, or to catch the international episode of Deal or No Deal. And while those motorists sat in their cars, honking and honking until everyone's ears adjusted to the honks and the steady stream of honking now seemed like silence anew -- I'm sure they thought about the legal injustices Sean Bell and the black community incurred.
Or they wished that someone would shoot them 50 times.
(Photo credit: Associated Press)