In the last few years, the city of Chicago has inched closer and closer to the “Big Brother” modality Orwell warned us of. The cops and the Mayor can’t do shit about the 21 people shot this weekend (10 of them died), but blow a yellow light or roll through a stop sign, and the city is up in your crevices like sand.
There are cameras every-fucking-place, except where the homicides are being done. Chicago is rabid for its bicycle lanes, and 5K runs and making sure the retail end of town is spiffy–the “quality-of-life” horseshit the former Mayor went on about ad nauseum. This is the guy who needed flower pots in the middle of Ashland Avenue. You know what I need from Ashland Avenue?
Cheap shoes and good burritos, Skippy. That’s it. Now ambulances have a hard time getting down Ashland in high traffic-volume hours.
I’d not be surprised if all of this beautification made the city less safe. The cameras are really a bite in the ass though. It is another of the city government’s nauseating nickel and diming of its citizenry to death–this and the dip-shits in the neon vests who pretend they’re cops and hand out parking tickets, even when there has been no infraction. Don’t tell me these mouth breathers don’t have quotas, either.
It used to be a more pleasant city; less predatory and punitive in its leveeing of fines for petty bullshit. It seems to have infected us as well.
Every swinging dick in the village has a camera–every cell phone. Every simpleton act now seems worthy of recording, just because you have a cell-camera. At my gym I saw one guy filming another guys while he shaved his sack. Really? You really want to have a home movie of that?
Or the people who take pictures of their food to send you on Facebook. People who are NOT chefs. People with earth-shaking messages to share with the world like, “I ate a Muffin.”
How nice for you.
Or the newly proud parents who send you little films of every drool, dump and upchuck their newly hatched offspring emits because it is all so adorable.
It isn’t. Knock it the fuck off.
It is us filming us; the sidewalks are clogged with assholes holding their cellphones over their heads at the sight of anything they deem out of the ordinary, or a bunch of shitkickers from Bettendorf, Iowa stopping foot traffic to get a shot of “all of the traffic. Jeez, they won’t believe this back in Bum-Fuck!”
The cameras are everywhere–except where they are needed.
Twenty people were shot in our city over the weekend. Six of them died. And these totals are DOWN from last weekend.
Most of them were children.
Not that I or you want to see film of this. No. We’d be happier seeing cops walking beats in these neighborhoods. Have the high-crime areas on Comp-U-Stat and flood the neighborhood with blue. Cops on foot. . .cops on bikes. . .two-man patrols. Let the assholes know you’re watching them and taking notice in the most aggressive posture possible.
I was impressed by the restraint Police Chief Garry McCarthy used at the NATO protests a few weeks back. It spoke volumes that he was present, on the ground, face-to-face with protesters and urging calm among his men. He is right about one idea: You lead from the front. Now it is time for all of these cameras and witnesses to do some good.
Put cops where the cameras cannot look.
Focus law enforcement on the gaping wounds and not the mosquito bites.
Hire officers of color to work the neighborhoods where white officers might be the subject of distrust. Let children see someone who looks like them upholding the law, serving and protecting.
Make sure they are present–flesh and blood–and maybe with a smile, unlike some camera perched high on a pole.
Instead of cheap inhuman surveillance?
Bear witness to the city.