A Different War - Same Results
Wednesday, November 17th, 2004…And the carnage continues, unabated and mostly unnoticed. Unnoticed because it usually happens to poor people, living poor lives, in poor and broken neighborhoods. Its reasons are multitude but well known: poverty, desperation, a deranged narcotics policy, an under funded and poorly managed public education system, a corrupt criminal justice system with misplaced priorities, a dearth of effective social services, an overabundance of cheap firearms in the hands of teenagers, inadequate mental health services and on and on.
I haven’t heard the sound of gunfire from my own home since I moved a year or so ago. Even before that, the sound of gunshots at night, in my old neighborhood, was slowly abating, moving ever further away as housing prices rose. Despite my relative safety, one of the murders listed the article that got me thinking about this awful topic occurred two blocks from my home while I was watching the Eagles – Steelers game and drinking too much beer. My wife and I and our friend, who watched the game with us, heard nothing as a maniac bludgeoned a gifted young woman to death with a baseball bat. We heard no sirens – no ambulance – nothing. A weird feeling to be sure.
In a country that wasn’t half off its nut, the daily bloodbath that occurs on the streets of our cities and towns would be a top priority. Addressing the underlying issues would be of the utmost importance, considered critical to our nation’s survival - crucial to achieving national greatness. In a country that wasn’t half off its nut that is.
IT TAKES your breath away.
Day after day in the last two weeks, we’ve been besieged by news of yet another barbaric slaying in this city, another innocent soul savaged by violence.
There’s hardly time to absorb the grisly details of one killing before another, equally brutal one takes its place.
Flowers are placed at the murder scenes to cover the scars of death, in gestures of kindness but of hopelessness, too.
This is all we know how to do in the face of the senseless slaughter: protest the carnage with candles and carnations.
The horrible truth is there’s a war on in the city, and innocents are being killed.






