Broken State’s Promises
By: Abhijit Ghosh
On Thanksgiving’s eve, I look for fun, feel good stories. I want to welcome in the holiday spirit. However, I made a mistake when I woke up. I read the news on my twitter feet. I compounded my mistake by clicking on headlines. And so began my Thanksgiving eve.
On my twitter top trend’s for Baltimore, I note the following:
Out of the nine trending terms, 6 relate to the burning stench of justice denied. That unwelcome smell stains the nascent gathering holiday spirits. Thanksgiving centers on the burning embers of family time and a shared dinner together. In the frame of lives being addicted to our phones and bustling to work for more hours and less pay, Thanksgiving bears the notion of safe harbor for at least a few hours. For now, I choose to ignore the growing disquietude of stores opening on Thanksgiving, compelling workers to work and taking away family time.
The Ferguson decision casts a dark pallor over the holiday moods. Even with the first significant snowfall descending on the East Coast snarling traffic on the the I-95 Corridor, my mind continues to try to put into context the Ferguson decision. But the picture frame of a state agent, the police, serving to protect all lives regardless of colors and shape, refuses to be upright and remains skewed. Instead, I see a red cross over the police agency bleeding beyond Ferguson to all state agents.
Anger’s stench causes more than the delayed onset of holiday spirit. It revives a sense of cynicism for a broken system mirrored in all state agents with budget shortfalls and politicians reeking of political lobbying contributions and short-sightedness.
The stench extends to the military today where I read the NY Times article on the intransigence of the military on protecting their own and leave the victims of sexual violence lingering with their pain alone. I see brotherhood of military personnel turning its back on people when they need the support in favor of supporting convicted felons, leaving me to wonder if I should continue to reach out to our military veterans to thank them for their service to a state agent that throws its head under the sands and plead ignorance to a broken system supported by useless politicians hailing from red and blue states.
Justice denied reeks in all state actors with each party’s claim of rebranding itself as a changed institution only to fall upon itself with lies and half truths. In a sense, protests fanning out globally from Ferguson junction rallies to its point of a state agency failure to protect people and broken promises.
For all the broken promises and paralyzed state actors, I remain thankful for the family who remain in my corner, steadfast in their support. I remain thankful that 2016 will arrive where I may cast my voice to try to clean the state’s leaders clean. After all, that is my right. Perhaps there will be no change to a America that has grown divided in an uneasy bond that continues to fray. But I still believe that change is possible and to advocate for a better America where I may actually be proud of our state agents.
For now, I countdown to my turkey gobbling to enjoy a finer moment of family moment and breath in the warmth and support of family under a lighted house to stem the tide of a failing state.