A gang bang murder in Chicago by rival gangs from Fenger High School claimed another life. That’s the way it is if you live in Chicago, L.A., Detroit, Philly, Miami, or most other big cities.
In this time in our society, don’t blame broken homes or useless schools or corrupt groups like ACORN or the perverse politics of large city government. Don’t blame anybody, and don’t do anything about it. The Olympics, Cap and Trade, your party in power, and better health care will solve it.
Sometimes it seems that the best solution would be to ship all of that scum to a place like the movies depict — you know, B grade sci fi like Escape from New York or Escape from L.A. Unfortunately, that is exactly what many residents want to do: escape. They want to escape from America, but where would they go? How would they get there? What do you do with people who have a conscience and try to eek out a subsistence in squalor? How do you teach them morality and decent principles without textbooks or examples? What do you do with the trash they grow into? How do you help them find their meaning and purpose and offer them hope and a sense of mission?
I have personally worked with children who grow into these demons. Before they become the scum of the earth they start life with hope and childlike faith. Although fear grips them almost from birth, they cling to an idea that something better waits for them.
When I lived in Detroit, Schenectady, Phoenix, Seattle, Elizabeth, and here in Central New York, I have always found that kids — young kids — still want a loving hug without fear. They want an adult to pay attention to them, play with them, encourage them, and tell them they are beautiful children.
Some people always want to help. Not many, but some. If you decide to work with these kids, never consider doing it alone, but you can find people who want to help. I do it alone sometimes, but I’m foolish. Don’t follow my example.
Perhaps the condition of our nation is most clear in the three main suggestions I have heard over the years while working with kids.
One: never touch them; you will be sued for child abuse. The absurdity! Children need to be hugged, and I do it in every room full of people I can find. After 25 years, I have hugged 1,000 kids, and no one has sued me yet. If a suit does come along, they can throw me in jail. The value to society is worth it.
Two: don’t become attached; they will break your heart. I want my heart broken by every neglected, abused child in the world. It helps keep me alive.
Three: don’t bother; you will never make a difference. That concept comes straight from hell. Every once in a while I still see some of “my” children. If we could gather them all into one room and put me in the middle of it, I am convinced that I could still hug most of them and still walk out of that room alive. If they could each have a few dozen experiences like the minor impact I have been able to have, this nation would be a vastly different place.
There is no way I am some extraordinary human being. I am not destined to become a statue on a dashboard. The majority of what I’ve been allowed to do is fix a toy, sing a song, read a story, look over some homework, offer a sandwich and a glass of milk, or smile and wave. Rarely do they become so corrupt that they don’t still smile and wave back.
Isn’t that really the heart and soul of society?
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