crime and violence
I haven’t checked the actual statistics of which state in the U.S. is troubled with the highest number of murders, but it really seems to me that Florida has a groundswell of some of the most vicious crimes.
Having followed the Casey Anthony case for so long, I’d read the Orlando newspapers, see the television reports, and listen to the radio news on a daily basis. It is plain that Orlando has its fair share of very violent crime – on a daily basis, too. I’d focused on Orlando for so long, I’d missed a lot of what was going on crime-wise in my own neighborhood, in Broward County, Floria.
It’s all I can do to keep up with one case at a time – my work schedule won’t allow it, and I can barely keep up with my blog sometimes. However, after reading the paper today and reading about the sickening terror in Norway in which 80, or so, young people were brutally murdered in the worst blood bath (in Norway), since the World Wars, a new reality about violence has sunk in.
Of course, when the violence has to do with children, it’s insanely heartbreaking. It’s also unbelievable when children are the ones committing the violence.
Our local news has been filled of late with horrific and violent deaths of parents at the hands of their own children. One story is worse than the next, and then the next one is even worse.
Parents brutally murdered by children who they’d nurtured for years. This type of killing is called parricide, and this week in South Florida, two young men were charged with murdering one or both of their parents.
If that’s not bad enough, I was looking at my local online newspaper, the Sun-Sentinel, and happened to click on the mug shots of those who were arrested just today, and there were hundreds! And, I think, boy I’m naive – I never dreamed there could be so many people arrested in a single day!
It’s big business for someone, isn’t it? I guess the lawyers and the bail bondsmen do pretty well in this kind of atmosphere.
And after the terrific and carefree day I spent with my family and my dear little six-year old niece, this evening we were all sitting in my living room eating dessert when we heard three LOUD gun shots! And then the police sirens where blaring and my brother went out to see what was going on, and he saw the police but no activity. My neighborhood is safe, well I was robbed last year, so maybe it’s not that safe, but I have a sense that I’m safe in my community. I hope it’s not a false sense of security, though. Maybe it’s better to feel scared?
Violence is all around us. Are there easy answers? Hardly. I don’t know of any. Do we build more jails? That’s not a solution – the more jails you build, the more criminals you’ll have to fill them. Build it and they will come would be true in this case.
My sister-in-law and I were talking about how to protect ourselves – she’s especially fearful of that because she’s a mom of a very beautiful six year old, my beloved niece. And today the bad guys are so brazen they’ll try to hurt, rob, kill you in broad daylight.
The other side of this scary reality is the realization that it’s not wise to trust anyone, and I find that really sad.
Having to be afraid of a stranger – no matter if they’re young, old, or somewhere in between, is the new reality. Well, maybe it’s not so new to other people, it is to me.
I’m an official airhead sometimes.