Forget flags and patriotic remembrance of those who served and sacrificed for our freedoms here in America. Baltimore City celebrated Memorial Day by shooting itself in the foot. And elsewhere.
May has now become the deadliest month this already dangerous city has had in over 15 years, with 28 shootings occurring over just the long weekend. Oh yeah, and one of the victims was a nine-year-old boy who was shot in the leg.
Since nine of the Memorial Day attacks were fatal, that brings Baltimore’s 2015 homicide tally up to 108.
It’s not even halfway through the year yet, and we’re already up to 108 murders. That’s brilliant, as is the city’s response to this epidemic. Which of course isn’t to blame the perpetrators or even the society that tells them this kind of behavior is excusable.
Nope, it’s to wonder whether everyone is still upset about what happened to Freddie Gray.
‘Cause, oh my gosh, that like totally has to be it. I mean, I know when I’m upset about supposedly innocent people being killed, I go around shooting other people with my illegally acquired handguns.
That’ll show ‘em!
(Barely) in Baltimore’s defense, that bewilderingly senseless mentality isn’t unique to Maryland metropolises. Chicago is proof of that, where 43 people were shot – one of them a four-year-old girl – with 12 of them succumbing to their injuries. Twelve gunshot fatalities in three days should make someone somewhere stop and think, right?
Except that thinking isn’t encouraged these days. Thinking hurts. It makes us feel bad to consider how pathetic we are.
It’s so much easier to buy into failed rhetoric and condescending propaganda that we’re not responsible for our own behavior. That if we can’t be bothered to behave decently, it’s because we’re oppressed by the cops or the economy or anything else other than our refusal to grow up and behave like civilized human beings.
Except that blaming everyone but ourselves hurts too. It hurts worse and it hurts longer.
If you don’t believe me, just ask that little nine-year-old boy in Baltimore how much it hurts. Or that little four-year-old girl in Chicago.