In high school, I got a call from the kids old man one night. He asked me What's wrong with Kenny? Seems 'Kenny' was selling the car the father had bought him 'piecemeal'... radio, tires, etc. Since we only had one phone in the house... and my parents were right there, I had a big decision to make.
I told him the truth.
What I learned from 'Kenny' was that some people are 'born-bad'. Heredity/environment, race/economics... have nothing to do with it either.
When 'Kenny' was born... God had a 'bad day'.