Smoke bombs, gunfire, chaos. Morning commuters in Brooklyn turned into survivors of another American mass attack.
The suspect fled. The city staggered. Officials called it terrorism, then walked it back, then hedged. The categories didn’t matter to passengers choking on fumes.
Mass violence in America no longer shocks. It’s catalogued. Schools, malls, subways. Each one leaves scars, each one fades into the next.
The inability to stop it is its own indictment.