Four Angry Mobs

by Jenny on 30 November 2017

Today is November 29, and I still listen to ghost/history/lore podcasts during each work commute.

This week, I found the American Hauntings Podcast. I think highly enough of it to write this essay right now, and right now it is 10:40 PM on a “school night.”

(Ghost hunter Cody Beck and ghost hunter / author / historian Troy Taylor host this.)

Anyway, Season #1 which just ended is all about Alton, Illinois. I didn’t even know that Alton, Illinois existed until this week. Now I know that it used to compete economically with St. Louis and that it was the site of a Civil War Prison AND a tuberculosis sanitarium. ALOT of people died horrible deaths in Alton, Illinois.

Also, today I learned that an abolitionist named Elijah Lovejoy ran a printing press in St. Louis. Three angry mobs destroyed Lovejoy’s printing press three separate times. Lovejoy moved to Alton, Illinois and bought yet another printing press.  A FOURTH angry mob destroyed Lovejoy’s fourth printing press. Also, the fourth angry mob shot and killed Lovejoy.

I get to sit in my nice warm bed and type away on my fancy laptop, cat purring at my feet, when I shove my thoughts into other people’s brains.

Elijah Lovejoy clashed with four angry mobs.

Elijah Lovejoy took a stand for his principles.

Two centuries later, this “artist” is now taking a stand for his own principles. I don’t want to type the artist’s name here because I don’t want to help him to become even more internet famous. In fact, I feel dirty even linking the Trib article about the situation to my blog post. To paraphrase the article, a local rapper posed for a photo. Next to a local police car. With a gun in the rapper’s hand. Then this rapper posted this photo on his Facebook page. He included a short vulgar statement about his disregard for the police.

This whole thing saddens me because:

New Kensington buried a police officer a week ago. A future cut short. I watched the funeral procession. I meant to blog about this. I didn’t personally know the officer, but I wanted to write about what this means for the community. I can’t bring myself to do this yet

My own late grandfather was a retired Pittsburgh police officer. My own dad worked part-time in law enforcement for decades.

When I watched last week’s funeral procession and I saw all of the Pittsburgh police officers, I thought about my grandfather. I thought about how all of the stresses from my grandfather’s law enforcement career spilled over into his relationships with our family.

When I saw the DCNR law enforcement cars pass, I thought about all of the evenings and holidays and family functions that me and my sisters missed spending with our father because he was on duty. I thought about the time when I was six or seven years old and he came home even later than usual due to another child’s gruesome accident. I skipped dinner and fell asleep waiting for him.

So, what have we learned from this?

A musician posted something on Facebook that ticks me off.

I can pray that an “angry mob” destroys the musician’s printing press, er, Facebook page. But this doesn’t sit right with me.

At this point, I am just thankful that I can express myself here without having to defend my printing press against an angry mob.  So thanks to all of you for reading this.


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