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The Nature of Violence
October 24th, 2006Several San Francisco area newspapers have reported on an irony of violence that is bizarre even by Bay Area standards.
Just up from Berkeley — known affectionately by locals as Bizerkley — is the town of Richmond, which is generally poor, ethnic, governmentally corrupt, and violent. There is a region within Richmond known as the Iron Triangle, where most of the blood is shed. Life has become so cheap in the Triangle that Mother Terresa’s order has sent nuns from Calcutta (yes, from the home of the Black Hole) to minister, and pacifist tent towns have been erected to bring attention to the everlasting mayhem.
Gang bangers, uncaring about such sentimental gestures, killed a man across the street from the Utopian encampment. Several slugs where pumped into this fellow while he sat in his car outside of John F. Kennedy High School. Wouldn’t old JFK be proud.
What pacifists perpetually fail to appreciate is that violent people don’t care. Someone who would murder another human is never deterred by moral persuasion. Nor are they likely to find Jesus in a split second of devotional insight.
Military organizations have to work very hard to get soldiers to overcome their reluctance to kill. Anyone who has achieved this state in civilian life has done so of free will, based primarily on an utter lack of compassion for others. Nothing short of death or incarceration will stop them.
People residing in these tented peace cities are merely targets in waiting.
