Why do you use the euphemisms insurrection and riot and avoid the more informative (while equally accurate) term lynch mob? Can’t you drop the mask and say what’s what?
There was not only a noose but also an express, stated goal of who was to be lynched. If the chant and the swastikas didn’t wake the world up to the fact, it is only because the world is only a world of only people. But aren’t you supposed to be something more? Isn’t your job to lose the mask and wake the world up to facts? Or are you going to leave the truth-telling to the Poets and Fools again as in days of old?
Well, I don’t mind being called a Poet or a Fool, and someone’s got to start telling the truth. My mask, therefore, is off. So take note.
A noose-wielding mob is a lynch mob, pure and simple, even if you use another name.
Pass it on. . . .
I know that Change can be more difficult than Death and scarier than Birth or Love or Life. But you, Journalists and Other Good People, who seem to so abhor the razor’s edge of truth, if one day some Fool of a Poet could ever get you to decide to doff your mask, flip your switch, turn on the light; note what was, see what is, and call it what it was and is; hold up the mirror to point brave minds toward what we are and what we’ve done and maybe even why; open a window to point bold eyes toward what may be, what we may be, and maybe even how, in the hope that one intrepid soul or brazen soulless idiot absorb the news, tell someone else, and someone else again, then maybe, just maybe, we can all begin.