Worry, worry, worry

Say hello to my grandson, Corey.  Will I have to worry for him like I do my son?  Yes.  Probably more so.

I remember 10.  Such a curious, formative age for me.  Police were the furthest thing fromy mind and my parent's mind when I went to school.  If there was a problem, we used our brain to solve it.

Today...shoot, kill, assault, mass incarceration, cash bail system, suspension, etc are how we deal with BABIES.

 Don't believe me? Go to your local juvenile court one day. Tell me what you see. I can tell you because I went. Little black and little brown boys and girls. Something is wrong with that picture.   Looking at the chains, all I could think about was slavery.

That's exactly where they're headed.