Friday, September 29, 2023

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 "What's in the wagon, son?"

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Typical cop question. Treating everybody as a potential criminal when they're meant to be protecting and serving.

"son?"
An addendum to any question made to somebody you want to feel inferior to you. An easy way to flaunt your perceived power. Good thing that calling them "dad" back sarcastically shows a lack of respect while getting in a subtle "old man" dig. It's also probably reason enough, to the cop, to beat your ass.

Know what else might be seen as disrespectful and thus justify a beating? Having things in your wagon that the cop doesn't understand and flaunting your big smarts! Good luck, Merle!

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 Chief Schmitt's bravos in blue were detaining and subjecting to lengthy and mostly aimless questioning anybody whose looks they didn't care much for, which took in a wide piece of the population, including Merle, who was stopped on Rockville Street as he was heading out toward the Case Institute.

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Oh, forgive me my last entry. Part of my belief was that the swagger of the police extended in some part to regular civilians hating them a little bit less out of sympathy for the grief of their slain comrade. But the swagger was simply because they had a little more justification to be the ruthless authoritarian pricks that cops have always been and who have always been treated as such until the late 20th Century and early 21st Century when, thanks to sympathetic executive producers of cop television shows and one major terrorist attack which somehow lumped cops into the heroic category of "first responders," brainwashed a huge swathe of the American populace into believing police were not the corrupt assholes everybody always knew they were. Thomas Pynchon, and most other writers of great literature, have never been fooled. Feels like a good time for a Gravity's Rainbow quote, the one where the German cops bust up the Black Market!

"No wonder. The cops go at busting these proceedings the way they must've handled anti-Nazi street actions before the War, moving in, mmm ja, with these flexible clubs, eyes turned to the finest possibilities of threat, smelling of leather, of the wool-armpit rankness of their own fear, jumping little kids three-on-one, shaking down girls, old people, making them take off and shake out even boots and underwear, jabbing and battering in with tireless truncheonwork among the crying kids and screaming women. Beneath the efficiency and glee is nostalgia for the old days. The War must've been lean times for crowd control, murder and mopery was the best you could do, one suspect at a time. But now, with the White Market to be protected, here again are whole streets full of bodies eager for that erste Abreibung, and you can bet the heat are happy with it."

And don't read that and think, "Whatever. Pynchon is just describing Nazis and German police!" Au contraire, mein Freund! This next passage is about American military police and it goes just as hard!

"American voices, country voices, high-pitched and without mercy. He lies freezing, wondering if the bedsprings will give him away. For possibly the first time he is hearing America as it must sound to a non-American. Later he will recall that what surprised him most was the fanaticism, the reliance not just on flat force but on the rightness of what they planned to do . . . he'd been told long ago to expect that sort of thing from Nazis, and especially from Japs—we were the ones who always played fair—but this pair outside the door now are as demoralizing as a close-up of John Wayne (the angle emphasizing how slanted his eyes are, funny you never noticed before) screaming 'BANZAI!'"

I'm not sure about all that John Wayne stuff at the end but then I'm not reading Gravity's Rainbow one line at a time so I'm going to ignore it!

Anyway, as we see here, Pynchon, like all the other intelligent people in America, understands how cops just love to abuse their power!

"Case Institute"
Pynchon meant to write "Case School of Applied Science" but didn't for some reason. Probably due to lack of research ability, the poor sap!

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 Detectives swaggered everywhere, their black stiff hats shining like warrior helmets of old.

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"Detectives swaggered everywhere"
The movement of one who believes themselves to be an authority figure demanding respect. While usually, almost certainly, thought of as only a drunk nuisance and gossip around town who might peep at your window or go through your garbage, Cleveland detectives have found themselves in a moment where, via pity and daily headlines, the public currently view them with sympathy. One of their own was killed while capturing a dangerous fugitive. Probably usually seen as corrupt and abrasive by most citizens, they are, for as long as the trial remains in the papers, and thanks to Blinky Morgan, they're celebrities!

"black stiff hats shining"
I'm no fashion historian but I'd suspect these hats were either bowlers or top hats. The fact that they're "shining" and "stiff," and because the detectives are "swaggering," incline me to believe they were wearing top hats for the time being. Perhaps they felt more formal now the death of a brother-in-arms had launched them into a kind of celebrity status during Blinky's trial.

"warrior helmets of old"
The metaphor is blatantly about the hats but more loosely about the detectives themselves. They are currently warriors battling a deadly enemy named Blinky who had downed one of their own. They are full of bravado and machismo and deadly intent. Somebody must pay! And Blinky will eventually be hung after the trial! After which, everybody can go back to either actively hating or not really thinking about law enforcers.