This is the photo that accompanies the article. An article about a man stabbed to death. I just don’t even.*This article is heart breaking. The level of detail that people can provide the reporter about the man’s condition as he bled out on the sidewalk is another indictment on the alienation that is peculiar to cities. And whether or not the actual event that prompted this phenomenon to be named really happened, it is clear that the bystander effect is real.
The article however, also raises more questions than it even attempts to answer. For instance, isn’t it weird that people wouldn’t call the police, but they have no problem telling a reporter, that they didn’t call the police???
“He was laying there and people were walking right by him,” he said. He added that he also did not call the police because ”I see people passed out all the time.” “I feel bad. He must have been there a while.”
From what witnesses said, it was a slow, agonizing death.
“He was yelling ‘Help,’ ‘Help,’ ‘I can’t breathe’….he ran out of air,” said a neighbor who heard him scream early Sunday morning. He also said, “please, call the police.”
Oh Mission Local. I love you, but you’re killing me*. They were able to get on the scene, and record first hand accounts, but they never asked why neighbors could know that the man was “robbed then stabbed”, but they couldn’t place a call to the cops?
Maybe the witnesses’ legal status was uncertain? Maybe they come from a country where the police were worse than the criminals? Who knows? Not ML’s readers, because they couldn’t be arsed to ask.
But, there is something they really want their readers to know. Something so important that it gets its own paragraph.
Neighbors in the area said it is common to see people doing drugs on this block
I’ve seen junkies, seen people fixing, people in various stages of drug induced euphoria, depression, anxiety, and I’ve never confused it for being beaten and stabbed. But then again I’m extremely urbane.
(I mean, come on with this shit. That is the most non sequitorial non sequitor that ever sequitored. This is the Mission. And like most urban areas, the only thing that separates drug users is their respective access to indoor spaces.)
Anyway. So this piece of mis en scene gets dropped in the readers lap…… And then we’re back down the rabbit hole because the last line was clearly written first. Despite its feeling of finality, the way it crescendos nicely after the semicolon, it actually concludes that maybe our reporter needs to get his ass back out there and ask a follow-up question or two.
On Monday afternoon residents in the area were upset about the incident; upset that no one had called for the police or an ambulance.
**Notice that you still can’t even find a parking spot on that street?
**I razz them, a lot, but they’re doing the lord’s work out there. I’m happy that there is a news source that does more than just applaud each new step on the road to the ethnic cleansing of my neighborhood, but still… they gotta do better than this.