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“Not once did I consider our attackers to be ‘bad people.’ I trust that they weren’t trying to hurt me. In fact, if they knew me, I bet they’d think I was okay. The fact that these two kids, who appeared younger than I, have even had to entertain these questions suggests their universes are light years away from mine. Who am I to stand from my perch of privilege, surrounded by million-dollar homes and paying for a $60,000 education, to condemn these young men as ‘thugs?’ It’s precisely this kind of ‘otherization’ that fuels the problem.”
Okay idiot. If you feel that way, that’s fine. No one really gives a damn. However, the rest of us that are trying to survive, and do better in life, do not agree with you. Because I earn a decent living, and live in a home that I worked very hard to get, and because I’m not starving, I do not give criminals the right or authority to mug me, or otherwise assail me.
Let’s make it clear that you speak only for yourself. You do not speak for me, and you do not speak for others who are allegedly “privileged” because they have not turned to a life of crime.
Just for the record, idiot, I grew up in the ghetto. I used to hang out with the gang bangers, and engaged in activities that were less than honorable with them. No victim, to any crime that I ever witnessed, “deserved it.” They just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. Or, they looked like soft and easy targets. Sort of like what you must look like to these guys. A little softy who wants to be robbed, a little guilty flower that wants them to take his property. Sometimes, they were just bored and asked me to tag along and watch them beat the crap out of rival gang members. There was no honor, no rhyme or reason, and your little letter isn’t changing a damn thing. Fool.
I had the common sense to get out of that group, to leave that life. I worked hard to finish school and earn my college degrees. I’ve made a difference for my life, and my family. I would not so easily allow some THUG, (yes, I called them thugs) to come and take that which I work so hard for. I may be better off than I was in the past, but it wasn’t a gift, I worked hard for it. Maybe that is the difference between me and you? Your sweet little butt has probably been handed everything, I on the other hand worked hard for it, so I’m not so quick or keen to part with my property, or to become a victim.
You are a self hating fool, and though you have the right to hate yourself, you do not speak for the rest of us. Idiot. Got that? He does not speak for the rest us. We will fight back, we will exercise our second amendment rights, and we will not applaud, feel sorry, or “understand” any crimes against us. Get the hell out of here with that crap.