Quiet at the park today [View all]
Usually, this time of year on a Saturday, the park near my house is full of humans, full of Hispanic people celebrating life with their families. Cumpleaños, Quinciñeras, picnics, pot-lucks, bar-b-ques, bouncy houses for the kids, huge soccer games spanning multiple huge families, parking all up and down the streets near my house, children and pets running everywhere, every weekend a festival. Vibrancy. Community. Alegría en la vida. This close to July 4th, in the afternoon, the teenagers would normally be setting off ladyfingers, bottle rockets, the little fireworks that push more noise than light.
Today? Nothing. Silence. Not even that damn ice cream truck playing the first 8 bars of music-box dancer on a tight loop. Not a sound. Might as well be an interment service at the cemetery down the road. One distant siren. A dog barks briefly in a neighbor's yard. The occasional "whoosh" of a car going past on a feeder road.
Weather's nearly perfect, too -- 75', not too humid, lots of sunshine.
Really feels like the MAGA cult has murdered the joy of a once-thriving local LatinX subculture, I bet the Magats are proud of it too.
Ruined. Like a knife through the heart, our country's been mortally wounded, breathing its last as the light fades from its eyes.