The scene in the car caught everyone’s attention. The president swearing, arms lunged at the steering wheel, his mind bent on personally landing at the Capitol to greet his gathering mob. Like many of the most unforgettable anecdotes of history, it may be false. Real time apocrypha.
I love how you raise and then, as quickly, bash the heart racing drama by conceding that it might be false. To imagine being more appalled that Hutchinson’s account might be untrue than from the indisputable horrid surrounding it. You made me find some irony about lying -- how the worst of it somehow still reflects greater truth than our boatloads of facts.
I do have one profound and lingering linguistic fear from the Hutchinson story. It will likely destroy my life long love affair with one of my favorite words and body parts of all times: the clavicle.
Learning to Like the Violence
Brilliant! What a wonderful essay!
I love how you raise and then, as quickly, bash the heart racing drama by conceding that it might be false. To imagine being more appalled that Hutchinson’s account might be untrue than from the indisputable horrid surrounding it. You made me find some irony about lying -- how the worst of it somehow still reflects greater truth than our boatloads of facts.
I do have one profound and lingering linguistic fear from the Hutchinson story. It will likely destroy my life long love affair with one of my favorite words and body parts of all times: the clavicle.