Ghost bikes and blue hearts, tragic symbols

The phenomenon of ghost bikes reaches worldwide. Even while I was still adjusting my understanding of Spanish to local dialect, the message communicated by the appearance of a ghost bike chained to a telephone pole in Quito’s Parque Carolina resonated fluently: a cyclist was killed here. Most likely, the cyclist was struck by an automobile, either a personal car or one of the high Andean capital’s many blue buses.

Ghost bike (1) Ghost bike

In my neighborhood is where I first noticed the blue hearts painted on the sidewalk. From a friend, I later learned that the blue hearts, like ghost bikes, are informal markers of tragically acceptable violence. This corazon azul (“blue heart” in Spanish) marks a spot where a pedestrian was struck and killed by an unaware driver. It is a memorial for family and friends as well as an exercise in traffic safety education.

blue heart

Ghost bikes and blue hearts serve as daily reminders of the fragility of life, especially when we fashion our lives within the context of so much acceptable risk. A novelty in most towns, they are deliberately eye-catching messages, provocative in their simplicity. The unexplained symbol wedges its look in one’s mind so that only later, when one understands what it stands for, can one appreciate the invasive nature of the symbol. And then the inception is complete, the idea is in your mind, and you see the blue hearts and ghost bikes everywhere. The same as when you take a new liking (or disliking) to a style of clothing, you begin to see that style of clothing in every crowd.

 

college hunting

what were you thinking wearing white?
didn’t you know that you might look like a deer’s throat?
nevermind that you walk upright and study chemistry.

That afternoon, Jason D. Cloutier, 31, a son of country folk with deep roots in the area, set off into the same woods. He donned blaze orange to comply with Virginia hunting laws and packed his .35-caliber, high-powered rifle, equipped with a scope to get a better bead on his target. Deer hunting season had started three days earlier, and because he’d been laid off from his pipefitting job, he had the afternoon free.

Shortly after 4 p.m., a single pull of the trigger propelled a bullet into Goode’s chest from a distance of 100 yards. She was killed instantly. After slicing through her, the bullet continued into the hand of her friend, Regis Boudinot, 20, a Langley High graduate from McLean.

Read the rest at the Washington Post — Fatal shooting of student distresses Va. community known for love of outdoors

Virginia and Franklin County investigators work the scene where two college students were shot Tuesday.Virginia and Franklin County investigators work the scene where two college students were shot Tuesday.
(Eric Brady/ap)
 

The Nature of Violence

Written when I was a wee lad of 19, I had all but forgotten about this piece until I recently stumbled upon a college friend’s website where he is hosting archives of an online journal project he and I were involved with. While I’m certainly not impressed by my writing (almost embarassed by it, really), this piece is still important to me because it reflects some of my younger thoughts on non-violence.


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