I grew up in a small town, about 1,100 people. No one locked their doors when they went to work. No one locked their car doors.
There wasn’t even a police department in this town.
There was no crime. It just didn’t exist.
Of course, just about everyone in the town was armed. But there was no crime.
- and we were all a bunch of poor working people. Most of the town well below the official poverty line. My family certainly was. And I remember how much assistance we received from the government.
None. We refused to ask for any. Too proud and besides - it wasn’t our money to ask for.
Blaming poverty for violence is a very convenient way to excuse the behavior of certain communities who are always engaged in violence. It’s not their fault - it’s the poverty that made them do it.
So tired of this crap.
I can't help but think of my Dad. Grew up fatherless in the depression. Ran coal to houses from where it was dumped to make a few pennies when he was 8. His mother took care of 4 people in the family. He joined the Navy to get 3 squares and a bed. Thievery would have been unthinkable for them