I thought about just letting it go. I don’t really know anything about the young gentleman in question. He’s been accused of a crime, but as far as I know not convicted yet. It’s possible that he’s been falsely accused. If he is guilty of the shooting with which he’s been charged, Maybe he’s just a misunderstood choirboy who was defending himself against bullies.
If that’s so, I hope it comes out at the trial and he’s exonerated. I’ve got nothing against him and sincerely wish him the best.
But the comment that was left was just too indicative of our society to let go without drawing attention to it:
well u shouldnt B so quick to judge bcuz that “perp” you are talking about is my boyfriend and maybe if u werent being so fucking nosey, he wouldnt have been so “evasive and cagey”. U should get a life because u blogging about people u dont know is very offensive and he is actually a sweet god-fearing man but u woulndt know that bcuz ur probably a white man or a oreo who is in the military and ur whole life is one big peach. Well life isnt like that for everyone okay? So if u dont know who or what ur talking about shut the fuck up and find another way to make friends.
The first thought that entered my mind after reading this was “I guess racism is alive and well after all.”
But there’s more to it than that and I offer this response:
1. What possible relevance does your relationship with the “perp” have to whether he was arrested or not? I was just relating an interesting story…an unusual occurrence that happened in the neighborhood, not passing judgment on anyone.
2. Had you read the previous post about it (linked in the post you commented on), you would realize that I wasn’t being “nosey” when the “perp” acted “evasive and cagey”, I was trying to be a good neighbor and get permission from them before entering their yard to repair my fence.
3. What, exactly, does my race or military status have to do with anything?
If your life has been hard, it isn’t because of your race or mine. You can’t control the environment in which you were raised, but you can control your reaction to it and the choices you make. You could have chosen to get an education, raise above your environment and do something with your life. The illiteracy of your comment demonstrates that you chose not to do that. Your illiteracy was and is your choice, not mine. You were afforded the same educational opportunities as anyone else in the city in which you grew up.
My kids attended Ruffner Middle School and Granby High School. For those playing along at home, both are majority black public schools near “inner city” neighborhoods. Both of my kids went on to college and have (so far) had rewarding lives. You were offered the same opportunities that they were. If you chose not to take advantage of them, the only person to blame for that stares back at you in the mirror every morning.
You mention my military experience as if that’s some kind of privileged life of comfort and ease. It’s funny that liberal elites repeatedly proclaim that the military is a “last resort” of people who have no other choices, yet you see it as a life of luxury.
Do the military recruiters have no offices near you? Were they closed the day you were deciding whether to live life in the lap of military ease and luxury? Or is it just that they won’t accept you because you chose not to avail yourself of the educational opportunities mentioned above?
I grew up on a farm. I am well aware of the challenges of growing up in the city. I was forced to battle those forces on a daily basis in raising my kids. But to assume that the life you have is as hard as it gets is pretty darn arrogant. I’m not complaining mind you, I think growing up on a farm had a lot to do with making me the person I am today. It’s hard to get yourself into trouble when you’re up before dawn every day to get your chores done before school, and another two or three hours after school before starting homework; when you’re working in the fields for 12 hours a day, 6 days a week during planting and harvesting season over the “summer break”, etc. etc. etc.
I think much of the difficulty that city kids have in life stems from the fact that they spend their entire formative years without ever having to experience what REAL work is all about. You ought to try it, it’s good for the soul.
4. Finally, I think you would do well do follow your own advice offered in the last sentence of your comment.
Much like your boyfriend, I’ve got nothing against you personally. I don’t know you. I wish you all the best in life and hope you achieve your goals, whatever they may be. But whether you do is not up to me and is not a function of my race or yours, how “easy” my life has been or how “hard” yours. It is solely a matter of whether you choose to do the things you need to do and put forth the effort required to reach your goals.
“That something happened to you is of no importance to anyone, not even to you. The important thing about you is what you choose to make happen – your values and choices. That which happened by accident – what family you were born into, in what country, and where you went to school – is totally unimportant.”
— Ayn Rand
“Wherever we are going, and wherever we want to go, we have to get there from where we are right now. Not where we wish we were or where we want others to think we are but where we are in fact.”