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Always tense, but reasonably so

For about as long as I can remember, at least a little fear of people has been woven into the fabric of every backdrop.  If I started to think the world was welcoming as a kid, a bully would quickly emerge with the shadow of a giant.  There was no space a bully couldn’t get to, and I suppose the place they most get to is one’s head.  Your places with a lot of people that aren’t considered the typical definition of scenic — long-term residents either try to live around the natural result of a lack of elbow room/resources, or they become part of the problems that, outside of these places, defines them entirely.  Make this space one full of dark-skinned people of color, and it is typically deemed to be quite scary, a land of bullies, by people whom consider themselves in sync with a “natural” notion of what is picturesque and peaceful.

Lots of people want to live in a world where they’ve minimized the presence of people whom are somehow as scary-looking as they are bad, but that notion is at the expense of anything remotely fair  — and it’s certainly at the expense of people whom happen to be “scary-looking.”  I’m sure some people don’t care, because these are scary-looking people we’re talking about.  “And **** ’em.”  Right?  Well, the last six months or so has seen the tragic slayings of a few people looking for help while happening to be black (And these were just the ones with a relatively high profile).  The kind of paranoia and rampantly internalized fear that often leads to these events is what’s really scary.  Can you imagine being lost and needing to ask for help in a place where you looked “scary”?  Your confusion, your reaching out to someone else for help, somehow warped into something “monstrous.”

If one were lost, one would reasonably feel a certain level of fear, too.  It’s strange to think such a fear can misconstrued, but it’s hardly surprising.  While some level of fear is a boon in a world full of myriad possibilities, it seems like there’s so many people so existentially lost they’re always afraid of anything that doesn’t share the hallmarks of the funhouse mirrors making them look otherwise.

Fear, quite simply, keeps us on our toes, wards off from potential dangers.  We have the kind wrought via personal experiences and, more often it sometimes seems, stereotypes from the twisted strain that is most media (yes, even the one you like that’s the good one).  How much of a reign is one giving these forces in one’s head when someone else is doing wrong by just looking like those bullies?

If someone “scary” gives you the stink eye, or if they make a rude comment, I know that’s not fun and that it can easily set a harsh tone.  But your not-joyful day should not be the ultimate signifier of someone else’s worth as a human being.  Someone being a jerk or terse hardly makes them someone who would do harm to one’s person, but just looking a certain way can result in those attitudes being interpreted much differently.  There’s a cultural conditioning to be afraid of violence from scary people — often easily chalked up to people of color.  One should certainly be wary of certain kinds of behaviors and looks, but in order to even be an effective judge of these in people, shouldn’t one be able to talk and listen to others who happen to not look quite so much like them?   Or, at least, such seems like it’d be quite vital to discerning humanity beyond people we’re conditioned to have an inclination for.

Here’s what some people in diverse areas do every day.  They keep their guard up¸right up until the actions of a person they find scary is or isn’t detrimental.  Guard up around all kinds of potential dangers, including a kind of violence that’s more likely to be inflicted on someone else who is a person of color.  So much violence results from some imagined slight that’s amplified by how insecure someone else is, and such a mindset often seems to regard these imagined slights even more when they’re from someone that’s not supposed to be “better” than them.   So people of color have to fear generally messed up human beings, generally messed up human beings who can see a bit more of themselves in them,  and being seen as scary when they’re in the wrong place and perhaps look like they’re having a bad day, or just look like a certain way at all.

One of the many reasons people in some loosely classifiable groups have a short life expectancy is because they live in the thick of it — of good and bad, from all sides.  There’s no strain to wring out the easiest or the “best” of this or that for them.  On top of such, it particularly wears one down — always trying to be strong enough to both discern danger and still be human.  But people still do it.


The Old Man and the Place by the Sea

roujinzIn 1991, a Japanese animation studio released a film about a dying, elderly man being rushed to the shore by the artificially intelligent mech he’s hooked up to.  That piece of AI, the Z-001, is the key tool in an experiment to see if the needs of the infirm can be meet by solely by technology.  In Roujin Z, the Japan’s Ministry of Public Health wants to facilitate that world–one where there’s not just a buffer between people and the inevitabilities of old age, but a buffer perfected to an inhuman degree.  Widower Kijyuro Takazawa is the Z-001’s test subject.  His nurse, Haruko, isn’t elated at the proposition of Takazawa being wired into the would-be hospital bed of the future.

For all the Z-001’s bells and whistles, it apparently doesn’t leave Takazawa with much of a sense of independence.  When he calls out to Haruko through the machine, she finds plenty of human roadblocks to getting him out of the thing.  All she can manage is to get a few hackers to integrate the voice of Takazawa’s late wife into Takazawa’s machine-incubated world–for the sake of comforting him.  Once the integration happens, the Z-001’s AI becomes a little more human.  Beyond mechanically taking care of Takazawa’s physical needs and providing entertainment–it, like his wife would have, wants to give him what he really wishes for: another trip to the beach.  It begins fusing itself with other machines and bulldozing its way there, with the Z-001’s weapon-oriented counterpart on its tail.

Especially now, in the age of distancing ourselves as far away from the eventuality that our bodies will fail as possible, the existence of Roujin Z, written by Katsuhiro Otomo (creator of Akira) seems like something of a miracle.  Have you ever watched even a snippet of an infomercial lately?  Preserving or regaining youth and vitality is pretty much all they’re about.  That used to be more subtle.  The ones for juicing machines used to be more about quality and saving money on the store-bought variety than all the health benefits.  This isn’t to say one shouldn’t try to cultivate good health.  It certainly shouldn’t be the exclusive domain of people who live in places in which the quality-of-life virtues are constantly praised.  The strength of the positives you eke out beyond quality as a given is one of the things that make a non-charmed (or, really, any) life worth living.

Even in product ads primarily directed at seniors, there’s a vast chasm between the maintenance of life and one’s body giving out.  But live long enough, and that’s what happens.  When it does, it’s hardly guaranteed for people to be close to the best of what they’ve loved in this world.  Even the tenacity of cutting edge technology enhanced with a dash of humanity will not likely be there to carry one through to such in bulldozer-like style.  So old-fashioned humanity is often all there is, but that can be a lot.