My son, the murderer
Writing by treason on Saturday, 25 of March , 2006 at 7:27 am
Our town has been on lockdown this week because of a miscreant - uh, alleged miscreant - who - uh, allegedly - shot a local deputy to death. This piece of human debris - sorry, alleged piece of human debris - has been the subject of talk radio discussion ever since the deputy pulled him over on a traffic violation. Friends of the alleged debris make calls to the authorities, then five helicopters take to the skies and a SWAT team closes down part of the city. I think it’s safe to assume that residents will be pleased when the alleged piece of human debris is finally captured.
What was interesting, however, is that during a radio discussion of the alleged piece of subhuman sludge, a caller piped in to complain about the criminal justice system. It isn’t this alleged subhuman’s fault - it’s the fault of the system. Sounds like something only the mother of such sludge would say. And, as it turns out, it was indeed the mother of the alleged subhuman sludge.
Our afternoon talk host checked her out to verify that she was the real deal and let her speak. She insisted he’s a good kid, innocent of all charges. Our radio host quietly pointed out that there’s a rap sheet thicker than War and Peace on him, and he’s been committing crimes since age 14. The list even includes a previous murder. Mom was asked why he was breaking the law at 14. She rattled off excuses: she worked two jobs, it was hard, he was unsupervised. “Where’s the father?,” asked our host. “He left. He’s a deadbeat dad!,” responded Mom. “You picked him!,” said our radio host. She denied that he was ever involved with gang activity - he’s just a good kid with a baby on the way.
When a relative of the slain officer got on the line to engage in a conversation, Mom was alternately rude, cold, heartless, and defiant. Nothing is her fault. Nothing is her son’s fault. He was treated badly by the justice system. That’s the problem.
When challenged, she lost her temper and hung up. Then the calls from single mothers with kids who haven’t murdered anybody started pouring in. One woman, incensed, called to say that she was forced to raise her boys by herself after a 15 year-old punk stabbed her husband in the heart seven times when he went into the alley behind the house to see what their dog was barking about. The punk went to a juvenile detention center and has been free since his 18th birthday. I’m sure his mother insists he never should have gone to a detention center.
As offensive as this exchange with the mother of the alleged piece of human debris was, what was even more disturbing was the number of people who questioned the funeral of the deceased law enforcement officer. Whenever an officer is killed, there is a service and a funeral procession. Some callers were annoyed because these processions tie up traffic. Why all the fuss? What makes this deputy more important than anyone else?
You have to ask?
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