I think this is one of the points where as a parent I have a huge problem. Poor does not have to mean without.
... What? The only time I call myself impoverished (and legitimately mean it) is during periods where I legitimately live without the ability to appropriately sustain decent standards of living.
Right now, I am not poor. I am lower middle class, not poor. To be poor is legit to mean that you
cannot survive on your own without assistance. That's why being poor is often associated as a disease, or a plague.
I'll go without something I want if my kids ask me for a nice pair of jeans, or a pair of sneakers, because they need them. If it comes to me getting a coffee at Starbucks a few times a month or my kids getting a new jacket, there's no question about which option is going to win in the end. That's what I don't understand. Those people shouldn't be saying 'He's poor, so he had to rob'. They should be fucking embarrassed that they weren't doing all that they could to prevent it from happening. The fact that he felt he had no other option but to steal is truly sad.
Alright. Can't believe that I'm the person to say this, of like, anyone,
ever, but you've obviously lived a life of privilege to not understand the following words: "I cannot buy both food and clothing for myself and my family." Poverty in a ghetto does not mean "I give up starbucks so my kids can have designer shoes." Poverty in a ghetto, literally means, "I can either choose to pay the the mortgage, or feed my kids." Why do you think ghetto neighbourhoods are in such a state of disrepair and trash? You can't possibly believe that if those people had the money, they would seriously live like that, do you?
Seriously. Just go to a ghetto and start trying to play doctor finance with these people. Most of them are literally in the state where the cost of basic necessities + mortgage + car payments, is greater than their total income.
So, no offense, I really don't mean to offend. I don't know what your life is like. I don't know what you've gone through. Fact of the matter is, I think you're a great parent from what I've heard. You obviously care about your kids a lot and want to give them the most out of life.
So imagine if you couldn't afford shit, had to work two jobs, your kid was influenced by capricious individuals outside of your control (because you're working to try and get them what they need), they get killed, and some middle class white chick started telling you that you should be ashamed of yourself for not trying hard enough. Not trying hard enough to... What, exactly? Not die? Pay the bills? Work minimum wage jobs because when you rolled the dice at God's character creation table, he went "lol get fucked you've got -2 to your social status" score?
You don't know their life. I don't know yours. Stop judging other people and blaming them for circumstances that, for all you know, they were doing everything they could to prevent. Especially where it concerns the death of a child. For all you know? They kept these opinions away from their child because they wanted to try and prevent them from growing up to be like themselves.
Also, for the record: I was very, very tempted to say "fuck you." Considering that you just implied that being poor means you just can't afford starbucks. You just said this to someone who was homeless for three weeks because his mother left his ass to rot. Pretty sure "giving up starbucks" was far beyond my thoughts at that point. Be wary who you say these things to. I'm emotionally stable: A lot of poor people ain't.
Why isn't the family questioning themselves for their own actions, or in this case, inaction? The lack of accountability is disturbing.
How the fuck do you know this? Do you know them? Are you talking with them? Do you know what they're thinking or feeling in private? Who are you to decide how they're feeling or what they're thinking, exactly? Stop judging other people you don't know. Especially in the light of a tragic loss like this. Pretty sure I wouldn't be rational about losing my child (if I had one), especially if people were harassing me for interviews over it.
There are lots of programs in Florida to help families with clothes, furniture, and food for children.
You assume they qualified for any of them with a child of their age range. You assume those programs were sufficiently supplied to assist those people as well as the many others they presumably aid. You assume they didn't have to immediately sell the shit they got to pay off mortgage fees. You also assume these people were even aware such programs existed: When I was poor I had no fucking idea anyone wanted to help me beyond the food bank.
Where is this kids mother and father?
Working and/or dying, presumably.
Like I said before, if that was my kid I wouldn't be blaming the shooter, I'd be blaming myself.
You assume, as you've never had to go through the devastating loss of having your child taken from you by the barrel of a firearm. Maybe you'd do well with it, but a lot of people really wouldn't, and don't. I certainly wouldn't.
Kids are kids, and they should be allowed to be kids.
Tell that to the kids in India who make your shoes. Or the kids in China who make your jeans. Or the kids in the middle east who get married off as children. Or the kids in Sudan, who starve to death, or get recruited as child soldiers. Or the kids who grow up in gang neighbourhoods, who suffer loneliness and feelings of worthlessness as their parents work day and night to provide as best as they know how. Kids who later get manipulated into doing dangerous and sometimes horrible things, because the gang becomes the family they never got to have, because their parents were too busy always working.
Fact of the matter is, life is fuckin' shit for a lot of kids. A lot of kids don't "get to be kids." I was lucky in terms of poverty, my family was always barely able to make ends meat, and then after one event of bankruptcy and rolling the dice, we escaped into the middle class. However, make no mistake: We had to roll the dice and take a chance. If it ended up the other way, I'd still probably be homeless right now, and presumably, you'd be blaming my dad: Wondering why he "didn't do enough."
Hell, another thing to consider is that this kid may have been wanting clothes for school that the parents not only couldn't afford, but which were more expensive than they thought the kid should have. The kid, growing up poor, in the fucking ghetto, probably has to deal with remarks about his poverty all the time. Now, he gets this thought in his head, "my parents can't do this for me without sacrificing something more, but I really need those clothes, so I'm going to try and get some money for them." Nobody wants to employ his ass, because he's ghetto trash. So he goes and decides "I'll just steal, just this once."
Bang, dead. Game over.
Yet, this is all an unsubstantiated hypothesis because, I don't know this kid. I don't know his life. I don't know his parents. I don't know his neighbourhood. I've never been there, I've never met them. I don't know what their life was like. The parents are asking for empathy? I'll give it. Anything more than that? No. Because I don't know anything about this situation beyond one piece of what is likely a much larger and more depressing puzzle.
A puzzle that really can't be summarized with "because the parents are obviously to blame when their child does something wrong" based on the one piece I have.
If these people knew that this kid was worried about clothes for school, then why weren't they doing something? Why weren't his parents asking for help, or sitting him down to explain why he couldn't get what he wanted? Suggesting that because they're poor he had to commit a crime isn't fucking logical.
#1: They probably already were doing the maximum they knew how to do.
#2: They've probably asked for help from others so much, so often, that they started getting rejected by default when they asked. "Don't help those people, they'll just piss it away on something and ask for more." They also have to be aware that all the forms of help available even exist.
#3: Try explaining to your kid why he can't have something he wants. Now try explaining this over and over and over again every time they ask for something. After a while, the kid is going to rebel against you. That's what kids do. No, it's not rational, but then kids aren't rational. That's why they're kids.
Also, again, this situation is not logical. Why are you looking for logic in this situation, when you surely know it won't be there? Why is it that when we make more than enough food to feed the entire world, there are still starving people all over the world?
Life ain't logical. Life just is.
That includes stupid kids doing stupid things to get stupid things because their parents are in the completely fucked situation of being unable to get them those things.
I'm sorry, but the only thing I see wrong with the world today are people who judge each other and spend more time playing the blame game rather than actually doing something. Kids grow up poor, get indoctrinated into gangs who act as their adoptive families, and then they do stupid, horrible things in the name of those gangs. Kids get abducted into child soldier armies in the name of warlords in countries most people can't even remember the names of. Kids end up working as young as the age of eight in countries across the ocean, who sew the clothes you buy for your kids. Those very same kids, if they get injured, don't get universal health care: They get fired, and the wounds fester, become diseased, and if they're
lucky, the Red Cross will find them in time to amputate the limb in question.
Life is harsh. Life is cruel. People get killed all the time who shouldn't be. People do stupid things in the name of desperation all the time that they shouldn't be doing. You're right,
@Nydanna that those parents should have done everything they could, but who says they didn't? How do you know? How do you know that kid wasn't pushed into stealing by his friends, and how the parents of that kid are trying to come to grips with losing the one thing they had in their lives that made life even worth living anymore?
How do you know these things and why are you judging them for it?
If we spent as much time helping each other as we do berating each other, donating to charity (in man hours or money, whatever floats your boat), if we restructured society to give to people their wants, if we worked toward Utopia, maybe... Just, maybe, we could achieve it.
All I feel is sadness for the parents for their loss. Beyond that? Nothing. Because there's nothing I could have done, there's nothing society in its current state could have done, and I don't know enough about those parents to judge them for what they may or may not have done.
So... Yeah. I know I got a little heated and passionate here, but this could have just as easily been me at one point. God knows I definitely thought about stealing shit when I was younger because I hated the world I lived in, that seemed so callous and uncaring about my suffering.
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Also yeah we're still cool just so that's clear Nydanna. I'm disappointed by what you said, not by you. You own a ferret and you love your kids. Couldn't ask for more than that of you, I'm sure your kids will grow up to be great people.