...And Justice for All?

...And Justice for All?

 (This is a true story and an opinionated post. All views are completely my own that are expressed here. It is up to you whether you agree or disagree with any views expressed here, and I welcome you to think for yourself.)

It's 9 pm on Sunday, and I find myself thinking about what happened yesterday still. This is what occurred at the end of Saturday on a busy intersection, not far from my residence. A pedestrian was hit by a car while crossing the street at the crosswalk. For right now, I want you to not focus on the identity of the victim, which will come into play later. I intervened, blocking the car who hit him from leaving. He begged with me, claiming he wasn't going to take off. Yeah right. It wasn't until nearly the police arrived that he finally shut off his engine. My wife, and several other drivers, proceeded to call 911. The victim had been suspended on his hood for a brief moment and audibly cracked his head on the ground.

A Miracle

Miraculously, his head didn't split open. The paramedics quickly arrived on scene, as did the police. I hadn't stopped blocking the car in until they arrived.  Me and countless others gave our testimony to the countless police officers. They were pretty good guys, and I might mention that an exceptional African American officer handled most of the scene. The male who was hit had noticeable indicators that he may have been gay. It appeared to be a hate crime, committed by an older male, the lone occupant of the vehicle who had struck him. He was taken to the hospital, and, the driver, who had been escorted out of the vehicle, probably is looking at jail time and a mandatory fee. I suppose he wasn't about to run me over, too. This isn't the first time I've blocked a driver in with my body. You may believe that sounds reckless, but I have my ways. I suppose I've never feared for my safety as God is with me. What is the real point of this is that there are considerably more dangerous things out there than covid, being drivers who are potentially intoxicated. Another person had told him to turn off his engine, identifying himself as block watch. These were my angels with me, albeit in disguise and human. The victim had dropped a pack of camel cigarettes that they left behind. I bet he wanted one once he was released from the hospital. That may seem like a minor detail, but I know what it is like to be stressed out from something traumatic. The first thing people usually reach for is some substance.

The Truth?

I'm not sure if I'll ever see the victim again. It was straight out of a movie how he hung on that person's hood. We had been coming home from the store. We had been purchasing some food and Easter gifts for my little ones. Sarah is adopted, and Ameila is mine, where Annette lives with us and is my second cousin. I bought them stuffed animals and candy. I can't manage much but I always buy gifts for people when I can. I'm so tired of all of this publicity for covid. There are more dangerous things out there that run rampant through this nation, primarily crime and drug abuse. I get it, some old people died from Covid. I suppose that is real sad but I didn't know them. I've lost people, and that is sad, but I know that they are in heaven. Sure, it is depressing not to see their face but I feel them each day like the angels watching over me. Justice isn't being served as we don't have enough police officers. I am not against the police even though I know there are some corrupt ones who are indeed racist. Those are extreme cases, not every single one. Would you prefer me to take control? Because I'll imprison you in your vehicle until the police arrive.