In the minutes leading up to the verdict of the Grand Jury in Ferguson–on whether or not to indict Officer Darren Wilson in the shooting death of unarmed Black teen Michael Brown–I can’t help but to hear these lyrics in mead, from The Temper Trap’s “Science of Fear”, excerpted here:
Black smoke
Red sky
The television’s sayin’
Downhill
Head on another crash is comin’
Downhill
Head on another crash is comin’
Move
Or watch the murder of you way of life
There’s a science to fear
It plagues my mind
And it keeps us right here
And the less we know
The more we sit still
My baby’s stuck on a road
That leads to nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere.