CoronaQuarantine, Day 85: Seattle Protests, Day 6
I haven't seen much news about it, but there must have been at least some further demonstrations yesterday; I heard crackling of some sort that I think may have been flash-bangs, I'm not sure; and there was some more time with helicopters overhead, though not for nearly as long as on previous nights. The most news I can find today is about how apparently people in our Health Department are officially endorsing protests as "vital to our mental health" (!) and Black Lives Matter themselves being seemingly even more concerned than the Department of Health about everyone's safety in regards to COVID.
What fucking strange, exciting, and scary times we live in.
Shobhit's car seems to be running as normal without issues again. It only took a fucking week, although granted that was largely due to Shobhit's work schedule. I'm taking a walk with Alexia after work today, on the recently blocked-from-non-resident-traffic streets they are calling "Stay Healthy Streets," for better social distancing. And after Shobhit gets off work at 7:30, we're going to PCC to do some grocery shopping. One ore two more grocery shops after this, we'll be able to shop for the first time at the Central District store. Usually a grand opening is pretty crowded; it's going to be a unique challenge for them to manage that this year.
Not much else I can think of to tell you today. I'm getting a little concerned about how some of my family might be taking a lot of the anti-police stuff I've been posting . . . my sister works for the Management Team of the Olympia Police Department, and deals with their budgeting; her son, my nephew David, is a police officer in Clark County, and it should come as no surprise that his mother—and his grandparents—are proud of him in a way that is unmatched by their pride in anyone else. And I don't blame or begrudge them that, for the record. I would still advocate for the defunding of every single police department in this country, and that includes the one in Olympia. They'll still need someone to do their budgeting no matter what, so in this case at least I can't quite be accused of wanting my sister to lose her job.
I do fear, however, they we may have to engage in a difference of opinion on this matter at some point. I am so over the defense of "good cops" when the so-called "good ones" have a long legacy of doing nothing to deter or remove the staggering number of bad ones. So how does that make them good at all, unless they are actively working to combat what is clearly a systemic issue?
[posted 2:40 pm, just because I spaced clicking to post for two hours]