Let this writer stroll in a Washington Park neighborhood in Chicago at night. It won't be “social fear” that sends a chill down his spine when he realizes he's the only one the street who's not armed with a pistol, a knife or a box cutter.
Why is it, that when I read this sort of bilge, I daydream of societal breakdown, and how the author of said bilge, in the midst of the breakdown, cold, hungry and scared, realizes...too late, that they have been authors of their own .....sad...existence.
Let this writer stroll in a Washington Park neighborhood in Chicago at night. It won’t be social fear that sends a chill down his spine when he realizes he’s the only one the street who’s not armed with a pistol, a knife or a box cutter.
And they intend to use those weapons to rob , assault or kill him.
When a thug jumps you, pounds your head against a concrete sidewalk while saying he’s going to kill you, then tries to grab your gun to shoot you..it’s not “social fear” to think your life is endangered.