For a vision of where humanity came from, and what it was like to live as a human before culture, weapons and hierarchies, one could look at the Black Community in Baltimore, Maryland, 1970, before the War on Drugs, where the police did not involve themselves in any violent crime that did not involve firearm use or the production of a dead body—which, unauthorized use of the symbol of State power or killing it’s human property, is the ultimate affront to the State—harm a business, or result in media or upper class concerns being voiced.

White people currently suffering from the epidemic of black on white violence do not seem to realize that racial equality before the law has amounted to the State’s perennial lack of concern over black on black violence being expanded to a lack of concern for black on white violence. Currently taboo violence in America falls into the following categories:

1. Police on black

2. White on black

3. Adult on child

4. Male on female

5. Any violence against police

This is not as racist as it seems, for there is a total lack of interest in most white on white crime. Taking these taboos together as potential cumulative media indictments, the most taboo act one could now commit in America is a white, adult, male, police officer using force against a black, female, youth crossing guard.

All other categories of violence are acceptable to the State and media according to the current ethos.

In a feral lawless community the hierarchy of aggression begins as an age-based pecking order, tapering off downward again as individuals decline in their old age, with men in their physical prime “ruling by the fist” as Richard Burton noted of English working class society in the 1860s. Of course, such social hierarchies are artificially imposed primate matrices, enabled by a state that disarms the population and bans armed militias from forming and enforcing social norms, as this would challenge the State, as happens in failed nations such as Somalia.

So, without further ado, welcome to the Human Zoo, where the only law was force, because the police were the enemy, only there to keep people in fear of them.

#59-19-22: day, various, first-person

“I grew up in the hood. I was eleven. The bully was sixteen—would always chase and beat me. I was getting sick of it. He chased me down this alley one day after school, grabbed me by the collar and punches me in the back. He still had a hold of me, so I reached out and grabbed a good handful of North Avenue dirt—sand, glass, pebbles, rat shit—and threw it in his eyes., slugged him in the face, kicked him, and ran my ass off!

“Another day he chased me all the way home and I slammed the door in his face. My brother—early twenties, just out of the marines—said, ‘Go back out there and fight him—win or lose—or I’ll kick your ass!’

“I went back out—no question—but didn’t realize my brother was behind me. He whipped that boy every which way. I was just the bait—punch, slam, smash…

“I said, ‘I told you one day you’d get yours!’

“My brother said, ‘Shut up. I ought to whoop your ass too’, and kept workin’ this kid over. I was enjoying it. It was a terrible beating, and he was a bully no more.”

Note that in traditional hunter-gatherer human societies there is very little evidence of violence within the group, which bring into question the long term effect on human culture from living under external hierarchal force structures.