We went to the Del Mar last night, a date night of sorts, and took in Helen Mirren's "Eye in the Sky." I say, "of sorts," because it's a dark and sad story, a fictionalized but all too real reflection of modern warfare. As one particularly gruesome action unfolds, Mirren's colonel decides that a single Kenyan child is reasonable collateral damage for a drone attack on three of the West's most wanted targets. Everyone's affected. And the child is killed.
I left the Del Mar feeling somewhat implicated. Is this the kind of 'peacekeeping' we're doing these days? Flying drones out of mobile homes in Las Vegas? "Hell-Fire" missiles whizzing out the sky, calculating collateral damage, creating hell for little girls selling bread? We seem to accept war and hatred and terror as a permanent feature, and we seem to empower all the huge weapons/war manufacturers to proceed accordingly. And we set up the next round of mayhem from mobile homes in Las Vegas. Salon has an interesting and troubling piece on their site today.
In church last Sunday, we sang Dylan's "Blowin' in the Wind." As a child, I used to find a deep comfort in it. But today, I'm not so sure. "How many deaths will it take til he knows / that too many people have died?" Are we desensitized? Can we feel the pain? How many?
And then there's this, coming to San Francisco next week: