Some things, I don’t get. Ever.
Police and relatives of a man gunned down on a Homestead street expressed shock and disgust that six people walked past the fallen victim on the sidewalk early Tuesday but didn’t stop or call police. Residents along West Sylvan Street later told police they heard as many as six shots fired just after midnight, but no one called police at the time, said Homestead police Chief Jeffrey DeSimone. At least six people told police they passed Broque Adams’ body on the sidewalk, but didn’t summon authorities because they “didn’t want to get involved,” DeSimone said.
1. While it would be nice if someone walked over to the body to see if he was alive, to see if he was scared, to see if he needed to see a face of comfort before he died, I get that it might be too much for residents of violent neighborhoods. But no one asked these people to “get involved.” Keep walking if you wish, but call 911 and say, “Hey, someone got shot here.” That’s it. Three little buttons on your phone.
2. The reason I can’t understand this might have something to do with the fact that I’ve never lived around violence. The most violence I ever saw was the time when we were all little and my mother got my father so mad that he threw a peach he was eating at the kitchen wall. And my mother burst out laughing at him because my father NEVER gets mad. Ever. I think it pleased her to see him get a little angry. Also, we got ants because he never cleaned up the juice on the wallpaper. Good times, as Tina Fey says.
3. The other reason I can’t understand this is because I am the type of person to “get involved.”
Last week while sitting on my bus waiting for the bus driver to assist a handicapped passenger I witnessed a young mother and father fighting on the sidewalk. She got mad at the guy and started walking away from him while pushing the toddler in his stroller. She was yelling at him and he was following her to try to get her to stop, but she wasn’t having any of it.
He finally reached her and Burghers, he grabbed her by the hair.
By. The. Hair. I was aghast.
He pulled her head back a bit and yelled at her and no one standing around did anything. That’s when I stood up to get off the bus and I grabbed Saucy in case I needed to call 911.
He walked away from her and went back into the building before I intervened and I don’t know what I would have done when I reached them, probably got my ass kicked good.
The point is that it is in my very nature to do something. So I can’t understand a human being walking right past a dying human being and not doing ANYTHING.
4. The moment we stop being affected by violent deaths is the moment we stop being human.