I can’t stop thinking about that big concrete beach condo that collapsed what seems like 5 years ago.
The people in that building are a microcosm of Americans more broadly. They had the ability to seek out experts, weigh the evidence, decide as a group… and they’re all dead.
Climate change, Covid, foreign policy, it’s all making me feel like, as an American, I live in that tower.
Actually it’s worse than that because it’s like Americans are bringing more weight into the building to reinforce their own rooms.
I’m just gonna watch the sunrise over the ocean and clap.
The people in that building are a microcosm of Americans more broadly. They had the ability to seek out experts, weigh the evidence, decide as a group… and they’re all dead.
It was the condo board who received the engineers' report that a catastrophic failure was likely if the pool leak issue wasn't fixed, not the residents. The residents died because the bourgeoisie didn't want to pay to fix their mess.
The residents kept trying to get the board to fix it, but from what I understand stopped short of any drastic or radical action, and may not have organized themselves collectively.
The metaphor is even more apt with these details in place IMO.
So true.
I imagine that, like national politics, there is a tension between residents wanting changes and board members fearing backlash from residents when they’re actually confronted with the cost of things.
So, imagine you’re a resident and you can’t move out… what is to be done?