When I was young, 13 in fact, my father a milk truck driver took me once a month to the orthodontist. My teeth were very bad and in the end after 10 teeth being pulled and only straightening the top teeth we couldn’t afford anymore treatment. During that winter and spring however I had an educational experience that formed the basis for my future political tendencies.
My father never liked highways so if he could he took the back roads and the old ways to get into the city of Baltimore. We drove through neighborhoods that in his youth were populated by the upper lower to lower middle class. In his day marble steps gleamed in the sunlight, windows sashes were painted, there were flowers in window boxes and lace curtains in the windows. In the evening people would sit out on their stoops after dinner but never in the daytime as everyone had work to do. Alley’s were keep clear and clean and if you had a car you parked it in your yard in the alley.
One particular day in the fall, we drove toward Federal Hill through a neighborhood hard hit by urban blight. People hung around on the corners looking angry and disgruntled. Marble steps were chipped and broken, some replaced by wood steps other by concrete blocks. We stopped at the light and as usual my father told me not to stare into the houses or at the people on the street. Usually I was obedient because the people in the city frightened me. They all seemed ready to yell at you for no reason other than that you looked at them. This time however, my gaze settled on a row house directly across from us. It has no glass in the windows that I could see and no door on at the front. When one looked closer into the house a group of people were gathered around a largish (for that time) TV watching cartoons. They were wearing coats and gloves but right in front of the house, close enough for me to touch it if I chose was a pink Cadillac. I asked my dad why someone would chose to live in a hovel and have an expensive car. He said that to some people cars were a statis symbol and that the to the people who lived in that area a Cadillac was the prime symbol.
My parents were not the most tolerant of people but they always taught me to “treat others as you’d like to be treated” and that every one deserves to be treated politely no matter how much you don’t like them or what they do. That morning began my quest to understand why someone would be willing to live off the government. Why politicians lied to people to insure their votes. Why they were willing to enslave others so that they (the politicians) would be willing to keep people from fulfilling their potential. At first I was an independent and looked at Ronald Reagan as an odd, somewhat frightening force of nature. By the time Jimmy Carter was running for his second term I became a Reagan Republican and can count on one hand the times I voted for a Democrat in the last 35 years.
Why this came up is that this video has surfaced and reinforces those lessons learned long ago (Caution disturbing video) . Baltimore is a sewer, it has been a sewer for more than 4 decades. There are good people in Baltimore but they are scared to death to go out and never go out at night. Once the Inner Harbor was a safe place to take your family, to tour, or to just visit for the day. No more, gangs of roving animals prey upon the unwary and NO ONE will help you including the police if you have the misfortune to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
What should happen to these cretins? They should be locked up in the cages they, as animals, deserve or sent to the wild where they can kill or be killed without hurting others. No more welfare for mothers of children who can’t name the father. No assistance to any man who has fathered a child out of wedlock or who has abandoned any child at any time. No food stamps for those not willing to work and not able to read or write. Gangs of youths should be picked up and kept in jail until the parents bail them out and then the parents should be fined and if they can’t pay the fine they go to jail with their youths.
So thank you Baltimorians for making me the conservative, republican that I am today. You never cease to reinforce the lessons I learned in my youth. Keep on feeding on each other and eventually all the rest of us will have to do is come take out the trash.