The answer, my friend, is (still) blowin’ in the wind

Washington Post photo by Salwan Georges The family of George Floyd stands for eight minutes and forty six seconds during a memorial service at Minneapolis North Central University on June 4, 2020, in Minneapolis.

Don’t worry.

In a few weeks, we will go back to normal. The protests will end and we will go about our business like nothing happened.

Just

Like

Before.

And before that. And before that.

Blowin’ in the wind.

Maybe they are right, those who I have heard repeat that these past two weeks. After all, haven’t protests been happening every year for as long as we can remember?

“When was that last one?”

“What were they protesting about back then?”

“Why are they protesting now?” one person asked me.

“I don’t get it.”

“What do they want?”

“Why did this start?”

“All because one bad cop killed a guy?”

“I don’t get it.”

“What about all the white people? They get killed by cops. You don’t see us protesting.”

“I don’t get it.”

“They just want to loot and destroy things.”

“I don’t get it.”

“Why are they honoring George Floyd? Have you seen his criminal record? He was a POS.”

I

Don’t

Get

It.

Neither do I.

I am numb. I cannot listen to it anymore. I can’t read any more Facebook comments. I can no longer debate this with my friends.

It is like blowing into the wind. Peeing into the wind. Like talking to a rock.

Ignorance is bliss. That much is true.

I have nothing else to say.

How many roads must a man walk down

Before you call him a man?

Yes, ’n’ how many seas must a white dove sail

Before she sleeps in the sand?

Yes, ’n’ how many times must the cannonballs fly

Before they’re forever banned?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many years can a mountain exist

Before it’s washed to the sea?

Yes, ’n’ how many years can some people exist

Before they’re allowed to be free?

Yes, ’n’ how many times can a man turn his head

Pretending he just doesn’t see?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind

How many times must a man look up

Before he can see the sky?

Yes, ’n’ how many ears must one man have

Before he can hear people cry?

Yes, ’n’ how many deaths will it take till he knows

That too many people have died?

The answer, my friend, is blowin’ in the wind

The answer is blowin’ in the wind.

Scott DeSmit is a general assignment reporter for The Daily News. He can be reached at desmitmail@yahoo.com

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