A personal note.
A sunny Saturday afternoon. A beautiful view of Downtown LA, looking South East towards USC. Shouting, screaming, breaking glass… I don’t think it was THAT bad. I HOPE it wasn’t that bad. But the breaking of glass and the screams were certainly loud enough to shake me.
I know it’s only anecdotal, but my heart truly goes out to so many women, locked down at home during covid19. There is no excuse for domestic violence. Time at home is not an excuse for it to increase. But reality doesn’t work that way.
Take away purpose and we lose meaning, become frustrated, angry and sometimes even violent. Socioeconomic interaction gives people purpose and we should not discount the externalities of overly regulating that interaction.
Humans are FRAGILE – you’ll know it if you take a moment to look inside. Similarly, society is more fragile than we think. Our complex interaction in large numbers makes for a seemingly robust system but take away the interaction and be cautious of the impact. One more reason why I’m sceptical of onerous centralised policymaking that has escalated during Covid19.
What does one do when hearing domestic violence? Should one intervene? You have no context, no appreciation of the circumstance and no idea how bad it is. Is it verbal, was there a push or were punches thrown? What is the point at which I should get involved? And what should I even do? What could I do? I guess I could physically restrain people, but then what? Sit strangers down for a chat? I don’t think so… Perhaps I could knock on the door a little later in the day and offer some fruit, just to let them know that I’m there, that society is still here, that we’re listening… Are we listening?