Today, in one of my writing classes, my professor gave us an assignment to write a quick 400 word opinion piece about the word "Murder." So I wrote this out and felt like it was something that should be shared, albeit just my opinion and not entirely about traveling. Anyway, enjoy and mow it over. Without further adieu...
"If I earned a penny every time I got angry over murder in
Chicago I would be a millionaire. If a star blinked out of existence every time
someone was affected by violence in this city, children would have nothing to
wish upon. I can’t imagine what they wish for now as they hide in bathtubs
while bullets rain above them.
Firearms
killed over 500 people last year in Chicago. 2,500 were shot. Countless more
are wounded without even being at the scene of the crime. Families are torn
apart and 15-year-old girls are shot in the back at parks.
We make
excuses for murder. Blame it on the weather, bad parenting or poor education.
We spend thousands of dollars trying to save a baby, barely a year old, her
organs obliterated by a single bullet. All the while the father misleads police
about “who dun it,” and worries about his street cred. It’s pathetic and an
outright injustice to everyone.
Our answers
to combat the violence are worse. We flood streets with young police officers,
which are helpless to actually prevent any murder. How can we expect them to
prevent murder when the people who are victimized see them as the criminals?
How long till the police get too tired to care?
Our
politicians don’t know what to do, and we put them in office. What a joke local
politics has become; corrupt, uncaring and unashamed. We tell them that we need
change and justice should be available to all. But their biggest concerns are
how we can get more income into Wrigleyville. What is the best way to advertise
in an airport?
People
refer to the Chicago as the murder capital of the world. Doesn’t matter that
Rio de Janeiro, Brazil has gangs who run swathes of the city wholesale. People
don’t talk about San Pedro Sula, Honduras or Durban, South Africa. People talk
about Chicago.
When
something happens as blatantly and commonly as murder does in this city, we
become immune. It’s a fact of life. It just comes with living in a city. None
of that is true. But we believe it to be. Can anything change when we believe
that a part of living here is that someone you may not even know one
day can just kill you?
No, nothing
can change. I’ll just get angrier."