One shopper, that wasn’t present at the time of Mr. Damour’s demise, referred to the would be shoppers at Walmart in Long Island, NY as savages. My first reaction to hearing about the death of Jdimytai Damour, was overwhelming sadness. I wondered right then and there what kind of Christmas would his family be celebrating? I knew that in reality there would be no celebrations, no cries of joy upon receiving the gift they have always wanted, no laughter and Christmas cheer as it may have been in previous years. No, his family will be coming to grips on how to make sense of his tragic death. And, how they will somehow have to turn this tragedy into a “home going celebration” for their son, grandson, husband, father, uncle, brother. They will be trying to explain to themselves how this could all be happening to them, how this could have happened to him, how people could be so cold. All in a rush to get a good deal on a piece of plastic they will be replacing within the next 3-5 years. No way to replace Jdimytai Damour. No way to replace the empty space in the hearts of his family members, no way.
So, now we witness the New Spirit of Christmas. Nothing matters other than getting that deal on a present for Christmas. No remembering the “reason for the season”, if it was ever really known by the people that know within themselves that they stepped on this man. Or, are we hearkening back to the days when the slaves in Rome would be allowed to become the masters for the day and a person would be savagely killed on Christmas Day. No, we have entered into something very complex, a mind state that sees only the importance of what it wants, no matter the cost. I just wonder if this is what Charles Dickens was thinking of when he imaged the ghost of Christmas Yet To Come as the Grim Reaper?