I already thought that the pre-Black Friday news coverage was getting a bit bizarre. Retailers and the media rah-rahing people to pull out their credit cards, get out there and 'shop, shop, shop' to, presumably, start laying the foundation of the next house of cards.
Watching some of the coverage is reminiscent of the running of the bulls in Pamplona, including the drama of potential injury or death.
This year, the start to the U.S. holiday shopping season included a Wal-Mart employee being trampled to death by crazed customers.
Jdimytai "Jimmy" Damour, originally from Haiti and living in New York, was 34 years old. He is survived by his mother who still lives in Haiti, his father, a school bus driver, a brother and four sisters. Friends describe him as a lover or poetry, fan of novelist Donald Goines and an "easygoing, helpful guy".
Sadly, Damour will be just a blip in people's memories by Christmas and forgotten by the time the Christmas bills reach mailboxes in 2009. To me, more than an image of a floor trader with his head in his hands or a press release announcing that financial firm x will forego year-end bonuses this year, Damour symbolizes this whole global economic mess.
From a shopper at the scene of Damour's death: “When they (police) were saying they had to leave, that an employee got killed, people were yelling, ‘I’ve been on line since yesterday morning,’ ” Ms. Cribbs told The Associated Press. “They kept shopping.”
Yes, indeed. God Bless America.