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Police abuse their wives, girlfriends, and family members four times more than the national average.

Research suggests that family violence is two to four times higher in the law-enforcement community than in the general population. 

This is a higher rate than the NFL has.

Two studies have found that at least 40 percent of police officer families experience domestic violence, in contrast to the 10 percent of families in the general population. A third study of older and more experienced officers found a rate of 24 percent, indicating that domestic violence is two to four times more common among police families than American families in general.

What makes this even worse is that officers who are found guilty of domestic violence are unlikely to be fired, arrested, or referred for prosecution.

• You can’t remember what was here before the sinkhole. You start to doubt there was ever anything but the sinkhole. You ignore its rapidly expanding edges.

• “This bourbon is nice” he says a bit too forcefully. You smile politely and raise your glass to your lips. But you don’t swallow. He is suspicious.

• The children are playing in the creek. The creek has been dry for years. Those woods have always been dangerous. The children aren’t playing anymore.

• “HAVE YOU BEEN SAVED” You speed past. “ACCEPT JESUS” You are driving far too fast. “HELL IS REAL” You aren’t slowing down but neither are they.

• You go to the track to watch the races. But the horses aren’t there. No one is there. You are alone.

• You pass a field. It is empty. You ask what’s growing to nobody and get no response. Nothing is growing. The harvest will be plentiful.

• The cows don’t notice and if they do they don’t care. They have been here long before you arrived and they will remain long after you are gone.

• “I’ve been praying for you.” She smiles too wide. Her teeth should not be so sharp. Her eyes are filled with vengeance. Her voice drips malice. You don’t ask whom she prays to. You are afraid.

• The cicadas are screaming. They know what you’ve done. They know what you’ve yet to do.

• Coal dust settles in layers. It never leaves. You aren’t clean but no one is. It has engulfed you and you are suffocating. A train blows its whistle in homage. Thank you for your sacrifice.

• The sweet tea is no longer cold. It is hot and syrupy with sugar. You take a sip to be polite. Your neighbor smiles but their eyes show only fear. They can’t help you now.

• A basketball cannot hurt you. It doesn’t bother you that it is rolling closer. You are not afraid. It’s almost here.

Franz Eugen Köhler, Hops, Humulus lupulus, 1883-1914. From the book Medizinal-Pflanzen, Gera, Germany. Source.

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Fears about the dehumanizing disembodying effects of information technology and fears of the black male body work as mutually reinforcing impulses behind popular depictions of black males as computer experts. In this equation cyberphobic whiteness - fearing technology’s capacity to disembody humanity, to take bodies out of the circuit of action - unconsciously projects technology onto the one set of bodies that it most fears.