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Radical Middle | 211<br />
My surge of clarity died with him. It had lasted one London<br />
rush-hour. How could I go back and be a journalist and a<br />
businessman? David didn’t need to get killed. He was killed<br />
because of the flaw. Whoever shot him believed that what David<br />
stood for meant death and destruction. That shooter had to be<br />
liberated, it was pressing. He didn’t have to love David, I don’t<br />
suppose David would have loved him. He had to be liberated<br />
to believe that life on the other side did not mean the hordes<br />
raping his daughter and stealing his house and suppressing<br />
him into impotence.<br />
I remembered Jim Bailey’s “life more abundant”. He had<br />
his own, all right, he wanted abundance extended to where<br />
it was not known. David had the same target, different route.<br />
He was gone now; another reducing, another sign of our lives<br />
shrinking, shrinking, in soul, in spirit, in dead friends.<br />
David and I were amiable, not bosom. I’d see him on Jorissen<br />
Street; we shared coffees a few times. Once in adjoining barbers’<br />
chairs we sparred the liberal/left debate with our heads stiffly<br />
straight and our eyes meeting by mirror while our barbers<br />
chris and albert groaned and wrote us off as kafferboeties. I<br />
didn’t need David gone, the murderer didn’t need him gone, it<br />
was a mistake, a mistake that wouldn’t happen when the sound<br />
society came.<br />
How could I go home to write safe readable pieces on life<br />
as it was? I had to hold out life as it could be. Pathfinditis is a<br />
dread disease.<br />
When I got back to the office I told my colleagues that I<br />
needed just a little more time out, four months, say, or maybe<br />
six, to knock off one last book on making democracy work. This<br />
would be the very end, really, I knew it. In the meantime, old<br />
faces and new faces combined made five, or 51/2 with Sally, the<br />
commandant of subscriptions. That was a big rich complement.<br />
I’d drop out, for a while.<br />
I didn’t know it at the time, and definitely didn’t intend it,<br />
but that was the death-knell.<br />
Don caldwell produced the next few editions. The idea,