No Real Person Involved

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I love the HBO Show 'Succession'.

The new season has been amazingly funny, and extremely biting. Kathy isn't a fan of the new year because she is starting to really hate some of the characters.

Which is the point.

They're rich, white privileged media moguls and their billions and billions of dollars make them real a-holes.

I'm not spoiling anything here because at the end of last season the son of the filthy rich dude was involved in a fatal car accident that looked an awful lot like the old Ted Kennedy accident.

The rich dude got away with it and the father made mention that it wasn't that huge of a deal because:

"There was no real person involved."

It made my skin crawl when he said it, but that's what he believed because the guy who lost his life was just a 'servant' who happened to be at the party to make sure the rich people weren't inconvenienced in any way.

I kind of forgot about it until the episode that aired on Sunday when Dad and son were talking about the 'unfortunate incident'.

The kid felt a pang of guilt, but Dear old Dad comforted him.

"No, no, that wasn't a big deal! There was no real person involved."

This time it stuck because of what we have been hearing in the news lately.

I thought about the black man who was shot to death, eating ice cream in his own apartment by the off-duty cop.

I considered the young woman who was just shot through her bedroom window by a cop. She lost her life for playing video games with her nephew.

I also thought about the men and women who die each weekend in every city across America.

Those who are gunned down in drug fights, or gang violence.

'No real person involved,' isn't just a slogan on a television show.

There are people in the media and on the police force who feel that there are disposable lives.

That drives me crazy!

For every person you see in the news who is killed in such a manner - by mistake or not - there are a hundred people who feel the pain.

"We have to get violence out of our neighborhood!" One distressed mother cried on the local news a few weeks back.

I saw the pain all over her face.

One woman on one of the shows spoke about losing two of her sons and one of her daughters.

"Can you imagine?" I asked.

I know what Brendan Roy would've said about it:

"That wasn't a big deal! No real person involved."

Every creation has a purpose.

They're all real people.

Damn.

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