What part of the child was with his gangbanger Uncle when he was shot and killed didn't you understand?
And the mother allowed this to be. She knew the guy was a gang member yet she allowed her child to be with him
And now the kid is dead
The mother and the uncle PUT that kid directly in harms way.
As a parent you don't understand this logic?
sure, its simple. all mom or dads fault .. always.
got it.
The point is...when you become a parent you are responsible for the well-being of your children.
I understand that children don't always make the right decisions but its the parents job to teach the child how to make the right decisions.
If the child is killed for being in the wrong place at the wrong time it was still ultimately the parents fault for not making sure their child was in a safe environment.
If it means moving to another part of town, ya just do it.
For the sake of your child's life.
One of my son's went into a rebellious stage in 10th grade. When he started getting in trouble I moved to a different town. He failed 10th grade because he lost focus. Moving to a different environment and talking with my kids helped repair the damage.
No parent is going to be perfect at raising their children but if the values and morals are taught and learned, it gets easier.
My son learned to look at the people he wanted to hang with and make a decision himself to avoid trouble.
While teaching him, I also taught my other children.
I couldn't watch him 24/7 but I didn't need to.
However, before they had the ability to learn reason, we did watch them 24/7 because that was what was required to make sure they stayed safe.
We didn't leave them with druggies or gangbangers.
We hired a sitter that we screened.
The problem occurs when parents don't take the responsibility to raise their children. They drop the ball, then drop it again and again until they finally never even pick up the ball anymore.
Caring for a child isn't easy and its very unpredictable the older the child gets.
The parents need to adjust their care to fit that child as they grow up.
If they teach the children sound reasoning and support their 'good decisions' it gives the child confidence and keeps them safe without constant supervision.
tell me Tom, did they grow up in an inner city with concentrated poverty, media that portrayed them with the only value as entertainers or athletes, news that portrayed them all as 'thugs', threat of violence stepping out their door, sub par schools, alcohol stores on every corner, neighbors who were all living in desperate poverty?
if you are someone struggling paycheck to paycheck with less than stellar 'credit', how do you just 'move' and come up with first and last and security for the place to move to, far enough away to be 'safe' and still close enough to still keep and commute to your job?
what obstacles did you as a parent have to face in 'teaching' them so well and watching them so closely?
these people and their kids are not living in the same environments we did or most on this board still are to try to apply their experience to what these families have to go through.
tell me Tom, did they grow up in an inner city
No, because we (the parents) decided the city was not a good place to raise a family. We lived in small towns or country settings. The only time we went into the city was for daytrips (the inner city was 50 miles away).
with concentrated poverty, media that portrayed them with the only value as entertainers or athletes, news that portrayed them all as 'thugs', threat of violence stepping out their door, sub par schools, alcohol stores on every corner, neighbors who were all living in desperate poverty?
I can't wrap my head around the idea that ANYONE would knowingly subject their family to such things. If that is what you know your family will face, why would you willingly subject them to that sort of life? It makes absolutely no sense to me? But then I also didn't drop my kids in shark infested waters to go for a swim.
if you are someone struggling paycheck to paycheck with less than stellar 'credit', how do you just 'move' and come up with first and last and security for the place to move to, far enough away to be 'safe' and still close enough to still keep and commute to your job?
Most of my marriage was under financial stress. I didn't have gainful work till they were all in their teenage years. Until I bought my own place, we moved around a lot. It wasn't a matter of being able to 'afford' to move.
It was a matter of can't afford not to. Believe it or not, rentals were cheaper in the small towns and rural communities.
I went bankrupt before I married. My credit was awful. I was late on bills and had a history of shutoffs. When we moved, we sold off stuff. We delayed getting things till we could afford them outright. I had no savings, no cushion. We sacrificed the things we wanted in favor of keeping our family alive and safe. When you love someone, you do anything it takes to keep them safe, alive and well.
Anyone that thinks that white people are not discriminated against is deluded. Especially in the NorthEast where everyone constantly judges everyone else. Missouri was even worse, you could be stabbed for being white in St Louis. So, we didn't go to St Louis except to hit the zoo or museums and attend events and even then, I was constantly on guard, watching over my family.
I have changed jobs to move my family to a safer environment. I've accepted lower pay to do it. Family is very important to me. To me, sacrifices were worth it. I even changed jobs after I owned my own place.
I had a job that was a 5 minute drive from home and I changed my job for better pay in the city and drove 50 miles one way to work everyday. To me, it was worth the inconvenience. As a parent, responsible for the lives of my family, it was a sacrifice that I made willingly. Its what parents do.
these people and their kids are not living in the same environments we did or most on this board still are to try to apply their experience to what these families have to go through.
I never really cared what other people did or what other people thought about me. I survived the only way I knew how.
I was all about MY FAMILY. I accepted the fact that I had responsibility to the safety and well-fare of others. I chose to have a family. I chose to take that responsibility. I chose to sacrifice to provide for them.
At first it was a difficult change. I was used to partying and living it up. When I looked at my first born son that very first time when he came out, I knew my life was going to have to change. That lil baby was depending on me to keep him and his mom safe and well.
I lifted that load onto my shoulders and carried it. For me, there was no other option.
Sometimes it was very heavy but after awhile I got used to the load and carried it easier.
My second son came as a surprise. I accepted that load as well. I sacrificed a lil more and that got easier to carry. My last two were planned. By the time we finally got a girl, I was already successfully carrying the load and it was easier. Not because she required less but because I was adjusted to handle the extra.
As a parent, you either carry the load and do what it takes to assure their survival or you drop the ball and fail.
I was the sole earner for my family for most of my kids childhoods.
Momma picked up the load in other ways. She encouraged me to persist.
Without her help, I might have collapsed under the load of 4 children and a wife. My marriage wasn't hell. It was a lie, a delusion but it was pretty happy and close. If empty nest didn't make her go demon, I would probably still be happily married.