Murder? *scratches head*@iShop123 wrote:
Burn, Loot, or Murder.
There could be some of that underneath the frustrations. On the surface, if just dealing with the topic of white police-on-black shootings, African American economist, Roland Fryer, at Harvard University, has argued from his research that blacks are not more likely to be shot by police than whites (it's actually the reverse). Although, on other measures, they may be mistreated more. Just specifically on shootings, the data he culls shows the opposite.@Flash wrote:
Yes, it is a topic for a different thread and time, though our frustration with the violence and looting goes back to the same nexus of failing civic responsibility in a Democracy.
There is a good "Back-to-Normal" index of U.S. states' economic status. Food for thought. This would support the pro-lockdown argument.@ wrote:
Fewer infections, stronger recovery
Early in the pandemic, economists repeatedly stressed one point: The trajectory of the virus is ultimately the biggest factor that will determine both the severity of the economic crisis and the speed of the rebound.
We're now seeing that play out across the country.
The states that are operating closest to "normal" are places that recorded the fewest coronavirus cases.
It will be interesting how history ultimately judges us many years from now.@Flash wrote:
Surely that does not surprise you. IF people had done what they were supposed to do the virus would not have had the opportunity to spread as it did and is doing again. Soon outdoor dining will no longer be an option through much of the country due to weather. Pressure will be on cities and states to allow full occupancy "so the restaurant can survive" and to heck with the patrons and the community.
We locked down for nothing (this may be the worst part), b/c Trump and GOP governors undermined everything every step of the way. There was no coordination between states and insufficient enforcement. Culturally, anti-masking was practically encouraged by Trump. Then, out of that semi-useless, porous lockdown, we reopened too soon in hot spots without mask requirements.
I think you call that an abject failure and colossal tragedy of the highest order. *But, I'm not a historian.*
That's nice for you. It has not been the case where I live. BLM rioters have looted, harmed people, and caused millions in property damage. The violent ones are both black and white, but they're all under the BLM banner.@Flash wrote:
In the area where I live now, the Black Lives Matter demonstrations have been peaceful. .
My father (80's - he married my much younger mother and had me in quite older age than normal) is at the highest risk with a heart condition, so, for me, I make certain sacrifices around his protection. I think that's helped me see things from the side of the vulnerable (despite not being high risk myself).@mmsackett wrote:
With a survival rate of 98.5% I do not live my life around COIVD.
It's weird and scary stuff. Ms. Taylor was ultimately not able to continue at her law firm. . .another person cannot perform doctor duties anymore. . .another left a hot stove on and is scared to cook anymore.@ wrote:
Several weeks after Erica Taylor recovered from her Covid-19 symptoms of nausea and cough, she became confused and forgetful, failing to even recognize her own car, the only Toyota Prius in her apartment complex’s parking lot.
Lisa Mizelle, a veteran nurse practitioner at an urgent care clinic who fell ill with the virus in July, finds herself forgetting routine treatments and lab tests, and has to ask colleagues about terminology she used to know automatically. . .
When Ms. Taylor, 31, contracted the virus in mid-June, she thought she’d need only a brief break from working as a lawyer for an Atlanta nonprofit helping low-income tenants. But she became so disoriented that she washed her TV remote with her laundry and had to return a foster dog she’d recently taken in because she couldn’t trust herself to care for a pet.
One morning, “everything in my brain was white static,” she said. “I was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying and feeling ‘something’s wrong, I should be asking for help,’ but I couldn’t remember who or what I should be asking. I forgot who I was and where I was.”