"America is not my chosen home, not even the place of my birth. Just a spot where it seemed safe to go to escape certain dangers. But safety I discover, is only temporary. No place guarantees it to anyone forever. I have stayed because there is no other place to go." - Irene Klepfisz, "Bashert"
I was in Vegas last weekend. Three days after the massacre at Mandalay Bay. I expected to find a ghost town or at least a city crawling with police sirens; 'Do Not Cross' yellow tape; and/or gun-toting security patrols. Nope. Instead, while the world watched as another American male murdered other Americans on American soil, Sin City was business as usual. The poker tables at Bellagio where I stayed were full. The slot machines were humming. Later that night while attending a private celebration at the Hakassan night club, I observed how quickly the dance floor got packed with young nubile bodies. At midnight there was a line snaking outside the women's restroom.
Is it because this is America's new reality, I asked myself.