Run into the fray and sacrifice yourself to the beat down?
What would John Wayne do? How about Clint Eastwood? Hell, what would Speed Racer do?
Sometimes I feel like a passenger on a hijacked airplane. Everyone is looking around to see what the others will do. People are scared. No one is coming to help. We are on our own.
Time to man up.
Before 9/11 there were rules. If you were on a hijacked plane, you were supposed to remain calm, quiet and cooperative. After the second plane hit its target on 9/11, the paradigm changed forever. Passengers now have a responsibility. They also have power. They didn’t ask for it, they took it. Now, hijacking isn’t as easy for the hijackers as it once was.
Shouldn’t the same be said for our neighborhoods?
I guess I could move, but if I did I would constantly be thinking of the friends I left behind. Most don’t understand what it means to truly be part of a community.
Am I my neighbors' keeper? Yes. What is my responsibility when it comes to lawlessness in the land? This is what I’m struggling with.
God bless the police, but there is only so much they can do.
No. It is time for the men of the nation’s neighborhoods to man up. It’s time to take a page from the heroes of United Flight 93. We need to pray, organize, pray, and then confront the present evil, violent youth culture in our communities.
I’ve got nothing against my suburban brethren, heck, soon I might just be out there with you playing soccer and stuff… but Sherman Park is home and the battle is here, now.
By the way, my friend is O.K. He said he is here to stay. Like I said, the man is a rock, a leader in our community.
Time to man up.