A National Shame
Last June, a Haitian mother was brutally raped and her young son beaten by a pack of young Black hooligans in a West Palm Beach housing project. Her neighbors did not come to her aid or even call the police. She and her son had to walk a mile to the hospital after their ordeal.
We as a nation must be ashamed that such barbarity could happen within our borders. We must not confuse shame with culpability. This shame must be a goad to corrective and preventive action. The animals that did this and the community that raised and protected them are deserving of nothing but the coldest contempt. To blame poverty is an unpardonable insult to the vast majority of poor who still manage to live good and moral lives.
This is a community that has irretrievably failed. When a community becomes so sick that it allows such atrocities, every possible resource must be committed to destroying that community. Those people that can exist peaceably in the general society should be dispersed. Those that are incorrigible should be found and sequestered until they are dead. But how to do such a thing with justice and without brutality? That the task is difficult should not discourage us, but gird us in our resolve.