Powerful Piece- I Will Only Bleed Here
by Bijan Stephen
I spent last night at a bar, very drunk, trying to figure out what Id say. Id spent the day trying to accept what I already knewthat thered be no indictment, that justice didnt and never has lived here. I dont know that she ever will. Id blind her if I could.
After work, a friend and I split a bottle of wine at some place downtown. We sat outside, in the unseasonable warmth, and I thought about the heat in Ferguson on that Saturday in August, five days after my birthday; that heat from the summer that hasnt died down. I didnt tell my friend what I was thinking, but on the way there I told her how my body felt. My mouth is dry, I said, and theres a lump in my throat. There is a tight low ache in my stomach. Those are classic symptoms of anxiety, she replied. The wine didnt help.
A few summers ago, while I was back at home in Tyler, Texas, after my first year in collegeI was 18 then, Michael Browns last agea few friends and I decided to go to the lake. The heat was seasonable then, hot and wet. We jumped in my friend Jamies carhe was always the driverand raced 10 over the speed limit because we were young and invincible and full of life, piss and vinegar. There were a few country families who probably lived near the lake, white and southern, enjoying the water and their watery beers that come in shiny blue cans.
Of course something had to change. I think it started in the air. But suddenly there was yelling and then there was a gun in someones hand and I was flying and I couldnt feel anything but alive, my body on autopilot, thousands of years in the past, still stuck on the savannah plain. There were shots. I was crouched behind Jamies car.
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