July 13’s assassination attempt in Butler, PA, claimed the life of an innocent bystander who died protecting his family and wounded two others in addition to former president Trump. This tragic and shocking event occurred just 110 miles from our offices here in north central West Virginia, and 70 miles from that of Matthew Ferrence, who teaches at nearby Allegheny College in Meadville, PA. In a spirit of reflection and dialog, and with the utmost respect for those whose lives will be forever changed by this tragedy, we offer chapter seven, “Violence,” from Matt’s forthcoming book, I Hate it Here, Please Vote For Me: Essays on Rural Political Decay (August 1, 2024).
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I am in high school. It is May, a blessed half day. My friends and I sit at a pizza joint for lunch. We are band kids and swimmers, good students. Seniors.
Another group sits behind us, underclassmen, football jocks. Among them is a class clown who deploys the pull-out–the-chair trick on a backup linebacker. The linebacker falls on his ass, which we don’t see. His drink spills on top of him, which we also don’t see.
But we hear the laughter, turn to view the linebacker haul himself from the ground. The class clown can’t hold back. This is all just so flat out hilarious. The air shifts. The linebacker coldcocks the class clown, who collapses in a heap.
The shock of silence. The aversions of gazes. My friend Andy standing beside me.
“That’s not right,” he says. And the linebacker threatens him.
And Andy again, “That’s not right.”
Things settle. No more punches are thrown. The class clown fetches the linebacker a new drink. Andy sits back down, mutters that none of us stood with him, which is true.Read More »