By Raffique Shah
November 19, 2024

The world is what it was, and what it always has been. I am convinced of this now more than I was when I wrote last week’s column. Bullet-riddled corpses, and headless bodies pile up in morgues throughout the country. I watched communities under armed siege as the media promote the newly discovered crime cradle, bullying. I rock back in my chair and murmur: This is it, this is it, this is it. I feel like the madman in David Rudder’s “Chant” (“Madman’s Rant”). I wondered aloud, what has changed?
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