As Michael Brown’s body turned cold on the pavement in Ferguson, Missouri last week, my “ifs” turned to “whens:” “When I lose a friend to violence,” “When I get pulled over by a police officer,” “When I feel the barrel:” Who will arbitrate justice for me?
Despite performing with two bands, crafting mind-bending visual art installations and working with local multimedia powerhouse The Subterranea Collective, VCU senior Brian Dove had more to creatively express.
I grimace because I know a stark truth: At VCU, there is no escape from the eye of authority, or rather, its retroactive tracking of you.
George Orwell screams at me as I log into Facebook. Our world is quickly turning into that of “1984.” As America becomes Oceania, Orwell and I are frustrated that few seem to care.