June
29, 2016. I’ll call him Flynn. He grew up in Flint in the late
seventies. Things better than they was
in the eighties, he says, lots of shooting back then, drug violence, gang wars. Flynn is new to the job, hired by the state
to service the endless water needs of Flint residents. He rides along with me today, learning the
ropes. Governor Rick Snyder prides
himself on his job creation prowess. Flynn
lost a decent private sector job last year, but thanks to self-described nerd Snyder,
he now makes eleven dollars an hour delivering bottled water to the less fortunate
unable drive to a distribution station and load up their weekly allocation. Flynn lives in a bad part of town on the north
side. He won’t allow his twelve year old
son to play outdoors unsupervised, so the boy will spend a good deal of his
summer vacation playing video games.
Flynn credits certain gang members of his youth for steering him away
from bad choices, recognizing something within the boy worth saving. He
gives me a day long tutorial on the balance of power in various neighborhoods,
places I have driven through many times blissfully unaware of their potential
for lethality. Pop, pop, pop sitting at
a light days before the Fourth of July holiday.
Was that fireworks, I ask? Nine
millimeter, Flynn says. Earlier that
day, Flynn and I stood at the back of the ERV and watched a car careen around
the corner and fishtail into a driveway just houses down from us. A women exited the vehicle with her hand in
the waist band of her pants. Flynn had
insisted we drive away immediately. He
tells me he has a concealed weapons permit.
I assume he is carrying and, despite myself feel safer, compounding my
shame at feeling somehow magically protected simply because I’m riding through town
with a black man. Flynn likes guns. He’s NRA, ticks off an owners list of long
guns and hand guns. I want me an AK,
Flynn says. I ask him why on earth. Flynn yammers on about reliability, magazine
capacity, ease of operation, etc. Then
he looks at me with a broad grin. Man,
didn’t you love them Die Hard movies? So
that’s it! I say. It’s the first good
laugh we’ve shared all day.
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