Looks like his parents would have taken some consern about who he was hanging out with.
Being concerned and having complete control of it may be different thnings if he had only one mom who felt obliged to be at 'a job' and not in his back pocket 24/7.
Well, my mom raised 8 by herself.. and she worked as a waitress. ( as countless single Moms have) and you can bet your a&s she kept us on a straight path. She wasn't in our back pocket.. didn't have to be. She taught us right from wrong.
It all starts with the upbringing... or lack of.
kudos for your mom
were you being bullied or intimidated by gang members, were you in a community with rampant drugs or gangs or violence?
In NYC in the early 70's????..... YEAH!! ... white gangs, black, Latin.. even Chinese.. drugs?. On every corner. murders, shootouts, ect, ect. daily occurrence.. and oh yes I forgot... the mob too. Sorry...No excuse for not raising your kids the right way... none at all.
lol.. yeah okay, juicy. Id love to hear about the times as a teen when gang members intimidated or threatened you into doing something and how you handled it , just you, not with seven other siblings or back up.
But it doesnt change that all the right raising in the world cant stop a kid from feeling intimidated by or scared of others.
I and everyone I grew up with had our share of fights. I won some.. I lost some. so did they. But we were raised not to join gangs. If you did your parents.. would kill you. even though my mother was small in size...she would whip your ***.. for less then that.. and has. And your grandparents would smack you all over the place. you neighbors would turn their noses down at you. You would be a outcast in your own home and neighborhood. A disgrace to your family name. A embarrassment to your ethnic group.
There was no way in the world you would put those colors on..no way.
But that is the difference between some groups.
fight? did those gangs use guns in these 'fights', were you threatened merely with a beat down or with actual death to you or yours?
what if you lived in a time where not putting the colors on was a literal DEATH, and not just a parent 'whipping' your Butt?
how would your teen mind address or handle that?
different times, different type of community with different RULES and threats ...
I am actually basing it in the deceased own teen words:
I am confused and afraid
I wonder what path I will take
I hear that there’s only two ways out
I see mothers bury their sons
I want my mom to never feel that pain
I am confused and afraid
I pretend all is fine
I feel like I’m suffocating
I touch nothing so I believe all is fine
I worry that it isn’t, though
I cry no more
I am confused and afraid
I understand people believe I’m just a statistic
I say to them I’m different
I dream of life getting easier
I try my best to make my dream true
I hope that it does
I am confused and afraid
I dont think the two ways involved being 'beat up'
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Edited by
msharmony
on Mon 07/09/18 04:20 PM