a reply to: theNLBS
This Maryland situation... It's appalling.
When I was a kid, I used to walk home from primary school every day. Sometimes my mother would be there to meet me, sometimes she would be at home
waiting, and sometimes she would be off in town trying to get the business of the household done, paying bills at the bank, going into the branch
offices of the energy company (yes, they had those back in the day!), or to the council offices over one thing or another.
Sometimes I would cycle to and from school, although there was always the risk of my bike being vandalised by total bastards if it was left in the
bicycle shed all day. It was a six minute walk in any case, and aside from the chance of getting accosted by one or another of the sociopathic little
scumbags who were my class mates on the way, I always handled that walk without a problem. I would cheerily greet the people at the bus stop near the
train station, and the managers of the business premises which dotted the high street along which I would be walking in order to get home. I did this
regularly from about age six upward.
Sometimes, I would get home, and mother would greet me at the door with a hug, ask me about my day, take my bag off my back, hand me some pennies,
and send me back onto the main road to buy bread, or milk, or butter, or other essentials that we might be out of. Now, my mother loves me, and my
sister to death. She's always been in our corner throughout our whole lives, and has tried to protect us from the ravages of an uncaring government,
a failed education system (as we had back then), a father who was functionally useless, and everything else on the planet. But the one thing she never
tried to protect us from was our ability to feel, and behave like free people. As a result, when a neighbours pit bull got out of their yard, and
tried to bite me as I was walking home from school once, rather than curling up in a ball, and dying in all probability, I stepped sideways, then
kicked it flat in the testes, sending it stumbling, scampering back behind the fence it had broken through.
That is why, by the time I was in high school, I already felt that the entire BOROUGH in which I live, was my patch, my stomping ground, my manor.
The reason for that, is that I had the freedom to explore, to learn my way in the world.
The kids referred to in the video, were closer to home. They had been in a car for hours, and needed to stretch out, play, re-expand their physical
limitations, from their compressed state! Hell, I used to get home from long car journeys, and then ride my bike for half a damned hour! I used to
cover a mile in that time, and no one batted a damned eye, and that was HEALTHY for us as kids! It felt GOOD!
The police in this instance were, in my opinion, totally out of order in doing what they did. The law should support the right of children to walk
about their neighbourhoods, to become used to being part of their communities as independent human beings from a young age, and it ought to do so by
removing real threats to children, like speeding drivers, molestors, murderers, and gangs. If they put all their effort, ALL of it, into doing those
things, rather than trying to penalise parents for allowing their children to live a healthy, broad, expansive life full of exercise and Independence,
then the balance here would be much better, in my opinion.