Should
Bush grow up?
Or: Lack of adult
behavior evoke murderous kids
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Woebeit, after a murderous
pack of obviously wild and crazy youths beat a brother to death in
Milwaukee, Wisconsin on Sept. 29, the hypocritical nation was once again
shaking its collective heads and pondering, “What in the world is wrong
with the kids of today?” Naturally, the Outer Limits logic that
immediately invaded my cranial circuits was that the same thing is wrong
with our kids today, that is wrong with grown folks today, inasmuch as
those bad ass kids were reacting just like most angry adults in 2002
America, e.g., our outraged President of the United States who wants some
pay back for Saddam Hussein’s alleged attack on his daddy.
It would be sheer speculation
to try to figure out what went down on that street corner in Milwaukee’s
urban jungle, but as usual, I consider it a sign from the Almighty. Ergo,
I’m compelled to give my Eyeview of the tragic incident. So can we talk?
For sure, I realize that one must reside in the Twilight Zone to have the
same Eyeview as this crazy, old African warrior, but for some reason I
can’t help but relate the deadly butt kicking in Milwaukee to what could
possibly happen to America if, or when, Bush starts throwing punches at
old Saddam.
Although I wouldn’t dare place 36-year-old Charlie Young, Jr. on the same
level of consciousness as the leader of the greatest nation in the history
of the world, he might still be alive if he had acted like an adult. What
I’m saying is, resorting to violence never has and never shall be a
solution to a (real, or imagined) problem. Mayhaps the late Mr. Young, Jr.
wasn’t mentally equipped to deal with a minor problem with the maturity of
an adult? I would hope that most adults first consideration when dealing
with kids, would be to remember that they usually act like kids. Bad kids,
for sure. But no less kids. Thus, sensible adults should never punch a kid
in the mouth, no matter how he’s egged on.
Perhaps, I should say I certainly hope intelligent grownups wouldn’t.
Hey, I’m not about to say that I would let some juvenile delinquent amuse
a bunch of street punks at my expense. Then again, I think I’m cool enough
to limit my response to a strong reprimand. Conversely, I have no way of
knowing the relationship between the street punks and Young, therefore I
can’t arbitrarily condemn his reactions to what could have been an ongoing
problem that pushed him over the brink. Even so, the article suggested
that the 14-year-old kid he punched out wasn’t the one that threw the egg,
but actually got sucker punched while trying to keep the incident from
escalating.
If so, we have the same situation that has Bush rattling sabers and trying
to convince the rest of the known, civilized universe-- that he should be
given license to squash Saddam like a bug. Young, no doubt, realized that
he was bigger and stronger than any 13-year-old, who would dare have the
gall to blatantly disregard his superior power and attack him with
impunity. The kid must have been crazy. So who is to say that the next
time, he wouldn’t throw a brick at him? Ergo, why give him that chance?
After all, if Young let one young punk get away with attacking him without
suffering dire consequences, what’s to say that every little thug in the
‘hood would think he was something soft?
Consequently, Young sent a message that he wasn’t the one and “POW!” Right
in the kisser. The article only stated that the kids hung together, rather
than describe them as an organized gang. You might say that they were
something like the Arabian nations that certainly aren’t united, or even
good friends. Hell, they even fight among themselves over the slightest
disagreement.
Come to think about it, that kinda describes my family, including my big
brother. Man, while growing up in 1940s’ Houston, Texas’ Fifth Ward ‘hood,
we would fight over damn near anything, but woebeit unto an outsider who
dared put their hands on either one of us. I wonder does anybody feel me
here? If you know where I’m coming from, you might want to e-mail this
epistle to the White House. After all, as former Gov. Ann Richards
suggested, “George was born with a silver boot in his mouth,” and isn’t
likely to grasp the ghetto concept of blood being thicker than water.
What does that have to do with getting rid of a war mongering mad man
trying to produce weapons of mass destruction somewhere in a Middle
Eastern desert? Unfortunately we can’t ask the late Mr. Young, who knew he
could beat the hell out of one kid without any problem, but apparently
forgot that there is strength in numbers.
Bucking the odds aside, a crowd of angry kids can be deadly even when they
aren’t armed with traditional weapons. The kid who lost his tooth, because
of Young’s misplaced anger and failure to act like an adult, swears that
he didn’t want to kill the dude, but only to beat some sense into his
head. After all, he had to be crazy to stir up a wasp’s nest, just because
he was egged on by one of them flying solo.
Okay, I apologize. I know such a tragedy isn’t funny. God knows, I feel
for Young who was beaten with every thing the kids could find, but, at the
same time, I have to question his judgment.
A smart adult certainly would have considered the tenuous situation he was
in before using violence as his first option. Even a stupid adult would
have at least made sure he hit the right kid in the mouth. In essence,
Young’s actions caused a predictable reaction, insofar as he sent the
message that he had nothing to fear from a bunch of punks because he was
bigger and stronger than any one of them.
Mischievous prank aside, that’s the first thing a thinking adult would
have considered before swinging on a 14-year-old kid. Nevertheless, as
always I’ve responded to a sign from God with my divinely inspired Eyeview.
Hence, it’s yours to reject or accept…as wisdom that citizens of good
conscience should have cause to pause and ponder. Violence begats violence
notwithstanding, since “God Bless America” resounded from throughout the
land of the free on Sept. 11, 2001, Christians already know that the good
Lord says, “Vengeance is mine.” I wonder if anybody knows where I’m
coming from?
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