And this is how violence in the ghetto starts. Person A harasses Person B for some perceived offense that may or may not be real. Person B tries to get law enforcement to do something about Person A but law enforcement refuses. Then finally, at his wits’ end, Person B loses control and does something to Person A. And the cops blame it on the neighborhood, or the drugs, or poverty when the reality is they refuse to step in until the situation has erupted into violence, and someone’s hurt or dead.
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Lately, I’ve been making an attempt not to talk to our cabbies as we ride from one place to the other. This is made easier by the fact that the cab companies are hiring older men who can’t hear, so the CB’s turned up all the way, and we’re deafened by static the entire ride. [...]
I told myself I wasn’t going to talk about this. I told myself I’d leave all the drug talk to the boys. Besides, of course, the story about the boy whose (step? foster?) father, high on PCP, ate his eyeballs (I’m gagging just writing this, by the way.). But that’s more of a human interest [...]
But he’d pleaded no contest to charges of child cruelty three years ago. Why was this child in his care?
I really don’t understand why people use that drug. Every dust head you hear about goes absolutely insane. And it’s never clear if they’re one-time or occasional users or if they’ve been doing this stuff all the time for as long as anyone can remember.