Hand in a Pocket


The timing of my last blog, Acting While Black, was a little ironic, coming as it did shortly before the latest incident of police brutality/murder in the U.S.

The premise that black characters rarely survive in movies of certain genres seemed absurdly laughable and it felt worthwhile to jog down that road a little bit, stopping at the glitziest and shiniest of hilarious examples.

After the past week, the humor of Acting While Black has soured in my mouth pretty much. The past week has been a case, for me, of tears over laughter instead of the other way around. I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know if this is the beginning of the end or not.

But I know one thing. I know that a pocket wasn’t meant to hold a quiet hand while a heart stopped and a voice asked for his mother.

The casualness of it…like a stroll in the park.

Having a cup of coffee while reading the paper.

Waiting for a cab.

The unruffled, hushed, serene patience of it.

I don’t know if we can change. But those who realize that the wound is where the light enters will be the ones who ask: could there be a more chilling action, ever, than that quiet hand in that pocket, waiting out the clock?

24 thoughts on “Hand in a Pocket

  1. As sad as all this happens to be, you have captured the depth of the emotionally charged callousness of this horrific act.

    The depth of depravity displayed in the action sickens one to the core.

    And hopefully this waste of human life will bring about a “new day”.

    And this time it may usher in a host of change for the better.

    If not ……….. BURN IT DOWN!

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    • Unfortunately, it may be necessary. To differ from AG Barr just this morning using the word “riots”, there’s a big difference between riots and uprisings.

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  2. Beautifully written piece, Stacey. Even as I write that, I know it’s inappropriate. Poignant? I’ts better, but still not befitting…What can I say? What can I write that would accompany your description of utter callousness, of abject disregard and defiant contempt of the right to draw a simple breath?…Nothing.

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    • Thanks so much Pam. I don’t think positivity is inappropriate in any form, so no apologies. Trying to distill in that moment the supreme horror for me. And, it seems, now for the world. At least people are listening now.

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  3. Hi, Annalisa, thanks for dropping by. Yeah, like I’ve told folks, my husband and I were in LA during the Rodney King uprisings. And now….here we are again. But the long, dark history of the US is no secret and unfortunately was born even before its extremely problematic founding.


  4. It come to my mind the occasion Malcolm X said: “Before healing the wound, you got to pull the knife out, but how that can be so, if the knife still there?”
    And that was somewhat close to sixty years ago…

    Great post Stacey.

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  5. Wow, I think you hit the nail on the head, Burning Heart. Yeah. The wound has never healed because the knife is still in there. Maybe it’s about time to remove it. Thank you for your eye-opening comment.


  6. Thanks, John, for stopping by. Hope is sometimes all we have, for sure, and can definitely lead to strong action.
    And thanks for the link! Cindy has a fun site!


  7. It is one of the most bizarre, outrageous and disgusting things I’ve ever seen. This was one very disturbed person and part of a greater sickness. Somehow, in his crazed mind, he thought he could get away with what he was doing. We will never get inside his head but we know it’s not much different from the loopy stew inside the skull and soul of such monsters as Charles Manson, now just a clown in an orange jumpsuit. We give this killer too much credit if we ever think we can’t get past this. We’ve moved on already, back on that journey of healing and making change, and striving to be noble creatures. Leave that fool in the orange jumpsuit to arrange his hand in a pocket all he wants.

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  8. Thanks, Henry, for your very positive outlook. I completely agree! And it’s a world-wide consciousness that’s happening now, well beyond our borders, thank god!


  9. Hi, Kevin! Yeah, it’s fantastic. Because the BLM consciousness can be applied to anyone anywhere suffering under oppression as we’ve seen from the world-wide echoing response. It DOES warm one’s heart.
    All’s well with us here. Thank you! Hope the same for you and yours……….

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  10. Acting While Black was a great post. Discovering it after the murder of George Floyd, I thought it insightful and surprisingly timely. Your humorous approach highlights the irony of the circumstances.
    Black lives should matter as much in fiction as they do in real life.
    Do you think that maybe Yaphet Koto and Scatman Carothers’ characters were portrayed as heroes, taking the bullet so that the white characters could survive?
    In that sense, are they not objectified stereotypes?
    Is that another version of racism? Both that post and this one are thought provoking gems!

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  11. Hi, John. Thanks a lot for your observations and kind words!
    But boy, oh, boy, yeah, don’t get me started on the black sacrifice versus the survival of white characters! I totally think it’s objectified stereotypes and another way to keep those “traditional” thought processes alive under the guise of (misguided, cliched) selflessness and heroism on the part of black characters.
    But maybe this new awareness that’s arisen will actually last and real, lasting change will actually happen. 🙂


  12. Reblogged this on All Things Thriller and commented:

    My husband and I held hands yesterday as the Chauvin verdict came in yesterday. When the verdict was read, my husband released my hand; he began to clap. Not me. I just felt empty.
    I remembered a post about this cruel tragedy from my friend Stacey. It expressed what I could not.
    Rest in peace, George Floyd. I’m so sorry this happened to you.

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  13. Thanks, Pam, for reblogging. How can one really express it, you know? It’s beyond imagination. My husband and I shared a quiet moment. We just looked at each other. Could hardly believe they got him on all counts. Usually, as we know, it’s maybe one count, and the least of the offenses. But after having to see and hear that video over and over and over and over and over in the trial…what else could they have done?
    No one would ever choose in a thousand years to die that way. RIP.


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