violent crime in the U.S. was at all-time-high in the 90s, it's much lower now, suburbs are safer than ever. ur perception of danger is messed up because media
You want to know why I'm so angry about violent repeat offenders?
This photo right here… this is why.
I grew up in a country where childhood felt FREE.
Not perfect, but FREE.
We hopped on our bikes after breakfast and didn't come home until the streetlights flicked on.
No phones.
Just a bunch of kids pedaling through the neighborhood... cutting through yards, racing down hills, stopping at a friend's house because you saw their bike was in the grass out front and knew they were home so you knocked on the door and got hit with a water-balloon.
That's the start of a life-long friendship.
We went to public pools with a diving board and a high dive (they tore those down)
We played soccer in the front yard with whoever happened to be outside... sometimes they were kids you knew from school, but often times they were kids you only knew because you saw them every summer riding past your house.
It was normal for my parents to assume their kids would ALWAYS come home in one piece and my parents NEVER knew where we were growing up.
That's the America I knew, and the one I grew up in.
My kids are not growing up in that America.
I don't get to just be the parent yelling, "Be home by dinner!" I have to be the parent running risk calculations in my head. Because all of us parents know the public spaces aren't safe anymore.
There's no headline for "OH LOOK AT THAT! Another neighborhood kept their kids indoors today and gave them iPads!"
But go ahead and talk to ANY parent you know… it’s happening.
We all know it's happening.
It's the slow, quiet theft of my kids' childhood... and your kids childhood.
A childhood we ALL once had and one they will never know.
It wrecks me just thinking about it... I hate it for them.
So when I talk about repeat offenders... when I post the screenshots of their 50+ arrests every single day…
Please understand something…
It's because I want my kids, and your kids, to have what we had.
I want the biggest concern at a park to be a skinned knee.
Not a st*bbing.
I want streets where the sound of bicycles and laughter is louder than that of sirens.
This is why I won't shut up about it.
I'm not asking for a perfect world.
I'm asking for the radical idea that childhood should be safe enough to look like this picture again.
And honestly, I just don’t think it’s all that radical of an ask…