#lemonodo

a major browser using an app from a major search company initiative does voice typing for free. The results are interesting.

I’ve read the autopsy report in front of audiences myself, as much in the order that I found it as I could, and as much of it as I could. I can’t describe it as a wonderful experience. Billie Holiday and Nina Simone singing ‘Strange Fruit’ comes to mind — I discovered Diana Ross also sang this. It is painful to stand up and read the autopsy and a fair assessment of the autopsy is also painful, as it represents the report of a non-consensual invasive examination into every aspect of Brown’s physical privacy by privileged people (so characterized rightly or wrongly), no matter how great a service it is to formally present the facts for the public record. It’s all bothersome: the murder, police formations backed up by tanks in the streets to quell the protests, autopsy, grand jury decision, funding of the City of Ferguson by way of racially profiled over-policing — it’s quite a list, and for all that, just a pothole in the country’s deteriorating racial infrastructure. Surely we haven’t improved much in matters of race since the imposition of slavery itself as we turn to Vanessa Place’s verbatim transcription of Gone with the Wind on Twitter dating from 2009 and nearing completion. To the extent we’re all black, there is visceral fear. What is the line to pass (as white)? Should there even be such a monstrous line? If close to the line in any respect, at any moment can you be found out and denounced as black or smitten by many unspeakable epithets? So then, is the right idea to be be as lily white as possible? Struck blind by the white light? Prove your whiteness if you can? Is this somewhat the divide?