Do you want to know why I think the cities are violent?
All together now… NO.
Too bad.
Where to start? I’ll start in the middle and backtrack if need be.
The inner city fell apart. It was the civic and cultural center, but fringe growth and inner city legal and space restrictions caused the innards of our metropoli to collapse upon themselves. Collapsed inner cities made for cheap housing, which made it a haven for the poor. With the poor come the (hard) drugs, the dealers, the guns, and crime. Some people blame this on the blacks, or the immigrants, whatever. That’s not true. Sex is more prevalent, at a younger age, the poorer you get. And with being poor, you lose the ability to purchase birth control. The boy knocks up the girl, then jets. The girl then has a kid to deal with, if she doesn’t abort it, and no money to do so. The kid has nothing, so turns to petty theft to get what he wants. He also has no male role model to guide him, so Trey ends up following around whoever is available, who often isn’t the best role model. From there, a gang forms. Crime grows, guns, killings, nightly news reports.
In the suburbs, the parents are well off. They have alot of stuff, and alot of stuff to pay for. They’re ‘upside downers’ as some call them. They buy what they can’t afford, because they can’t stand to not have it. They have to keep up appearances, after all. So they spend all day, and late into the night working. If they do get off early, they’re too tired to make Tommy’s baseball game. The kid grows up in daycare, with no personal interaction with adults, no one to mold himself from. He ends up trying to be his own person, and depend only on himself. Problem is, he doesn’t know how. No one has ever taught him. Tommy has no social skills, no way to acquire them, and no way to deal with problems. Lack of healthy outlets for anger and frustration lead to rage, against the bullies, against the teachers, the parents, the fence. Whatever. They kill cats with bats, and dogs with flogs. One day, their limited development can no longer handle what it is feeling, and they snap. They get an AK and wipe out 10 classmates. Then, Tommy kills himself. Everyone wonders why. Ask his parents if that new Lexus and 55" TV was worth never seeing your kid grow up, never making it to his ballgames, or asking him why his girlfriend dumped him, and I love you Tommy, what can I do for you? I gave him stuff. Well, he didn’t really need stuff. He needed you, dammit.
Immigrant crime? Some guy escapes from some country with the shirt on his back, the wife on his arm, and the kid in her hands. He gets to America. He’s heard of America. He can make a new life here. No he can’t. He has no green card, doesn’t speak the language, and has no way to make it. The only housing he can afford is the run down projects. His kid has a dad, but dad is working his ass off in the kitchen of the local Olive Garden, feeding Tommy’s parents. He has to quit a few jobs, move around a few times, to escape the INS. Never mind a few extra bucks a month to get English lessons, or pass the test to be naturalized, Guillermo doesn’t have the time or money it takes. So Antonio ends up in the shitty school in the shitty house in the shitty part of town, in class with Trey. Trey tells Antonio about these cool friends. Tony likes the idea. He wants friends. And they don’t care that he doesn’t speak english very well. He starts doing what they’re doing, stealing stereos. Someone gets a gun. It goes on from there.
It’s not the country. It’s not the guns. It’s the greed. It’s the fucking GREED. People want more. Gimme more, dammit, I want more. I want that car. I want to steal that Playstation. Gimme your stereo. Gimme your fucking wallet. The restaraunt, the lawn care service, whoever. They don’t pay Guillermo much. They don’t have to. He’s not legal, he has no one to complain to. So they save 2k a year. Tommy’s parents have to have this, or that, or whatever. They both work, ignore him, and give him stuff to make him go away. Their greed makes him greedy, too. It’s the greed. It’s the commercial greed, the personal greed. It’s so valued, it’s explained away, it’s rationalized. It’s what’s killing us. It’s what’s killing you and me. We have to learn, we cannot always have everything. We don’t need everything.
Farm kids? They just fuck their sisters.
–Tim
We are the children of the Eighties. We are not the first “lost generation” nor today’s lost generation; in fact, we think we know just where we stand - or are discovering it as we speak.