I'm flat out sick to my stomach. This is worse than when my first girlfriend told me we should see other people and I was only seventeen. What's happened across the land tears at the heart of anyone who loves this great country.
My best friend came over to the condo last night. He wanted to talk about what's going on. He's a black man, successful in his career, was highly educated. He says he's liberal but it's only when his compassion for man comes out is he this way. He's sick the way I am but even moreso.
He sees, as do I, dark days ahead and he doesn't know how to solve the problem. He believes it's an interracial thing. I don't. I asked this 64 year old man the last time he was a victim of discrimination. He couldn't remember and he grew up in Alabama He did say one time he'd gone to the opening day festivites at Detroit Tiger game then went to the casino. On his way home and a mile from his home he was stopped by a white police officer. Obviously, he was inebriated. The policeman said he'd let him go if his wife came to pick him up. I should mention he grew up in a strict household. He had two parents giving him direction. His father served two terms of duty in Vietnam. These credentials make a huge difference when raising children.
I'm sort of getting off the path of the why's and wherefore's of the rioting problem but, as with most all other situations it all starts in the home. I'm sure of this. If there are two parents offering guidance and RULES to live by the problems will be of a lesser nature. Some of you may scoff but I'm convinced prayer in the home is an essential to a better life.
Drugs and unwanted pregnancy and single parent homes have led us down this path of irresponsibility.
This didn't help. I'm still sick to my stomach.
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