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“The greatest purveyor of violence in the world: My own government, I cannot be silent.” Martin Luther King
Yesterday, I decided to clean my kitchen. I am not the best housekeeper. A domestic goddess, I’m not. I keep my place clean, but if I could afford a maid, I’d have one.
Well, anyway, I was busy cleaning and sweeping, when I kept hearing “bong”. I thought the idiots are at it again, making a lot of noise to annoy me. So I dismissed the bonging, but it continued. I realized that the bonging sound was coming from my door. I opened my door to see what was happening outside. As I stepped out, a rock almost hit me.
I stood by my railing to see who was doing it. I looked down from my railing and saw two little boys looking up at me. The little boys were between three and four.
The older looking boy asked me, “Why are you standing there?” I replied, “Because I want to.” He shrugged his shoulders. I asked him, “Why are you throwing rocks at my door?” He shrugged his shoulders again. I said, “Would you like someone throwing rocks at you?” He said, “No.” “So why do you it to me? He again shrugged. I asked him, “Have I done a anything to you? He shrugged again. I could tell that someone was telling him what to say. “Is someone telling you what to say?” I asked him. He kept looking away to look at someone. He went in for about a minute. He came back with a dog. He held the dog up toward me and said, “This dog can really scratch and he’s going to scratch you and make you bleed.” I replied, “That dog is not going to scratch me because I haven’t done anything to him. Most animals only attack others when they’re attacked. And there’s no reason for him to attack me.” He came back at me, “He scratches real bad, and he’s going to scratch you over and over and make you hurt.” I didn’t reply. He said, “You are real ugly, ugly, ugly.” Again, I could tell someone was telling him what to say.
I decided I was not going to play mind games with a child. I went into my apartment. As soon as I closed my door, I heard the rocks hitting my door again. I went out again. “Stop throwing rocks at my door or I will go to the office.” He replied, “I don’t care. They’re not going to do anything.”
I did go to the office and report the incident. The little darlings could have easily hit me in the eye and damage it.
I’m sure you’re wondering why I didn’t speak with the mother. She would’ve just denied that her child was doing anything and began yelling at me.
This is the kind of children we’re bring up today. This is the future of America. Children who are being taught to become little perps and grow up to become big perps. These are little perps-in-training for the future. I don’t even want to think what America is going to be like twenty years from now. It’s a scary thought.
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