I just heard what sounded like three gunshots, from the direction of 34th street. Pop. Pop. Pop. I wonder what that was about. The last time I heard gunshots in the area someone got shot or shot at, I can't remember which, in a domestic violence case.
Well, I hope no bodies or hurt people turn up this time.
Speaking of gun violence, I cannot believe an 8 year old boy shot his father and a boarder at his house. Must be a lot to "the rest of the story" there. No kid just picks up a gun and does that suddenly. I don't think they do, anyhow.
They want to try him as an adult. Probably because they think he's too damaged to ever live normally in the world. Too damaged at 8 years old? Pretty hard for people to change or even for kids to change, I guess.
It's funny how people go, one way or the other, or one way at times, only to succumb to dark impulses in an instant of weakness. But maybe that's underneath all the time, the tendency to dark impulses, waiting for a split in the veil, a tear, an opportunity, a slight opening to bust out in full force overcoming and overwhelming the veil one has hidden behind.
When times are hardest, when violence is easiest, most justifiable, conceived righteous by many, that is when deep character shines through, good or bad.
Pop. Pop. Pop. I wonder what happened out there in concrete land tonight.
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Saturday, November 08, 2008
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I just read about the eight year old child, too...and what I read had the police thinking there was some sort of abuse going on....it sounds like there must have been extenuating circumstances. The kid was scared and all after being taken in. So how far down are we going to go, trying kids as adults? two year olds next, perhaps? An eight year old does not have the capacity to think like an adult ...in fact, an eight year old is still in stage one of piaget's moral development stages - what I always called the judicial stage - where something is wrong or right and there is no inbetween, and behavior is done to avoid certain consequences....in other words, a kid that age doesn't have the capacity to make clear judgments.
ReplyDeleteSAD, at least they are having him evaluated by a psychologist.
There had to be something going on, like abuse, something. An eight year old isn't an adult, that' for sure, far from it. but do adults really have clear judgement? Because I don't see much clear judgement coming from adults either. Maybe everyone should be tried as juveniles.
ReplyDeleteits not so much "clear judgment" that adults have as the capacity for clear and adult judgment....many just chose not to use it or ignore it completely, obviously.
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