The orange lights of the street lamps, the wet asphalt, a black shadow savagely attacking a white body as if it were slitting a goat’s throat at the Mogadishu market. A video like this cannot be invented.
Instead, one thinks of those dark centuries we thought we had relegated to the margins of history, those times when heads were cut off to be displayed on bastions and the “defeated” were mutilated so that their flesh would speak louder than their deaths.
And I wondered if our main weakness has not become the inability to recognize barbarism when it appears before us.
