I can’t help but visualize that eerie opening image from David Lynch’s Blue Velvet showing what’s really happening beneath that pristine green suburban front lawn. Throw in a soundtrack of David Byrne bellowing “This is not my beautiful house! This is not my beautiful wife!” Yikes!

I had a similar response when I visited my son and grandsons in the suburbs of Tulsa… life goes on, day after day, obliviously. Blinders on. All’s well in the land of white privilege. Until the next earthquake or tornado hits, of course.

Excellent writing, Jan!