““The sheer number of bullets and the way they were scattered all over his body showed this police officer had a brazen disregard for the very people he was supposed to protect in that community,” Mr. Crump said. “We want to make sure people understand what this case is about: This case is about a police officer executing a young unarmed man in broad daylight.” […] One of the bullets shattered Mr. Brown’s right eye, traveled through his face, exited his jaw and re-entered his collarbone. The last two shots in the head would have stopped him in his tracks and were likely the last fired.”—Autopsy Shows Michael Brown Was Struck at Least 6 Times, NYT
I’m sure there are many, many other good sources of information on the ground; hopefully, people will reblog with links to them.
For an overview of what’s happened in Ferguson, Missouri since police shot and killed an unarmed teenager named Michael Brown, this New York Times story has some background. You can also read about the story in the LA Times, and there are live updates at the St. Louis Post-Dispatch.
If you want to really hear Robin Williams - really hear him - you should listen to this incredibly moving interview he did with Marc Maron circa 2010.
It was the very first thing I thought about when I heard the terrible news of Williams’ death today. He talks so honestly and frankly about his alcoholism, his divorce, his depression, and so many other things.
“I always wanted to be a journalist, like in middle school and high school. I always had impulses toward self-publishing, but I didn’t really know that zine culture existed. Because it’s pretty hard to find out about underground stuff if you’re just a kid growing up in the suburbs, who doesn’t have that cool older brother or sister to tell them what zines are or whatever. It’s the same thing with a lot of underground music. Underground culture can be really exclusive if you don’t have the right person to lead you to it.”—Liz Pelly, profiled in Bedford and Bowery
“I’ve always thought of being in love as being willing to do anything for the other person—starve to buy them bread and not mind living in Siberia with them—and I’ve always thought that every minute away from them would be hell—so looking at it that [way] I guess I’m not in love with you.”—Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis, excerpted from a letter she wrote to her then-boyfriend on January 20, 1947 — one of 22 letters collected in the Christies auction packet