News

Yesterday, I ended up tending the bar at the other end of the pool area, near the beach. It is a large covered area with tables and a long bar along one end. There is a television behind the bar. It was busier than I had seen before. Many of the guests were talking and glancing at the screen. I felt that whatever was going on was related to what they were watching.
I could not see the screen unless I turned around and looked up. I did not want to be noticed looking at the screen so when the opportunity arose, I went around to the front of the bar and started wiping it down. On the screen were images of masked men with machine guns shooting at police officers in what looked like the inside of a police station. The videos were from security cameras placed around the station.
They went in so fast that many of the officers did not have time to draw their weapons. For those that did, it did not seem to matter much. They did not hold out long before they were shot. There were bodies all over. Those that were struggling were shot in the head by the masked men.
At first I felt shaken from the brutality of the act itself, the quickness and sureness of their actions, but after that faded, I felt hope. Someone was fighting back.
The raid on the station was followed by images of police being shot in their patrol cars. A van rolled up next to a police car and started firing into it. A person walks up from behind a police car and fires 3 shots into the officer reading a tablet. Another pair of officers are gunned down exiting a conveniences store. A dash cam view of a police car is run off the road into a pole. A pickup truck stops in front, someone in a mask gets out, and fires shots into the windshield of the police car. Blood spatters on the windshield.
After going back behind the bar, I felt the world changing. I do not see the news very often. We don’t have screens at the pools I attend to. This bar is not one I visit frequently, and we cannot be caught staring at the screen when we are there. In his room, the screens are usually off, unless we are watching something together, usually a movie. I know he keeps up with world events but I do not know how or where.
“Show us your tits”, a guest with a raspy voice was standing at the bar in front of me. “I need to see some tits”, he stated. I did not notice him approach. He was smiling with an empty glass in his hand. He looked like he expected to see what he wanted. He was not going to take no for an answer. I did not hesitate either. I pulled back my bikini top and shook my tits at him. He said, “yeah like that.”, and handed me his glass before I could cover myself back up.
I made his drink. He did not look at my face the entire time. Just stared at my chest and smiled with glassy eyes of intoxication. After I handed him his drink he turned around and went back to his group. I covered myself again and cleaned the spill he left behind. He was obviously drunk and I wondered if it was related to the news. I wondered what they thought about the news.
His demand did not bring me down, I was high on hope. Some organized group of people were fighting back against the oppressors. The people who have defended this lecherous asshole were being attacked, openly, publicly, in force. I have seen police brutalize people all my life. They kill at the slightest provocation whenever someone questions their authority. Now, some group fought back. A planned attack. It felt good. It lifted my mood for the rest of the day.
I could not tell what the guests thought about it. Sometimes they looked concerned, mostly they looked neutral, like it was some curiosity that was expected.
I wish I could talk to someone about it. Someone who would be thrilled like I was. I wonder what people back home are saying. I hope it will lead to more actions against the police.