That’s the main topic, with a secondary one being my disgust and bewilderment over him taking the blame for not doing enough to stop it.
When people don’t want to accept responsibility for their own actions they resort to pointing fingers, because that’s far easier. And in the past few weeks, the blame has turned to our Mayor; that supposedly he hasn’t done enough to slow the murder rate.
My contention is, a city mayor can’t legislate that into decline. It’s not about stronger gun laws, it’s not about more places to play “basketball” on weekends in the inner city and it’s not about curfew parties to keep kids off the Plaza.
In my opinion, it involves just two issues; the first being a breakdown of the family unit which has led to a culture of violence in this city, possibly worse than cities much larger than ours.
Is there a solution to this for our city?
Yes there is, but can it be implemented? Doubtful.
While investing another 45 minutes of my life this morning on a conference call that I’ll never get back, I was scanning social media on the side just to stay awake. A close friend of mine – we’ll call her Janie, since that’s her name – blogged these words that say it all.
As a side note, Janie is younger than me, so this isn’t old school advice, it’s not chauvinistic behavior from a subservient wife and it applies today as much as it ever has.
It’s called respect.
It would change the course of all we see happening in today’s world, if there was just the desire to implement some simple guidelines again.
But the Mayor can’t do it alone, it has to come from the heart of a family and that’s what seems to be missing in the world today. Hence, the murder rate, because respect for anything, everything and anyone appears lost. Family values have been replaced by gang bangers going to local funeral homes to prepay for their funeral with the goal being for theirs to be bigger and better than the last one.
Here are Janie’s words:
I was just thinking about a couple of life lessons that I observed while eating dinner as a family, which I was fortunate to do throughout my childhood.
My father insisted on good table manners but that was just the beginning of our lessons, it was my parent’s unspoken actions that were priceless such as…
My mother always gave my father the choicest piece of whatever she was serving. She did so out of respect for him, which in turn taught us to respect our father. My father would receive the offering with a sincere sense of gratitude not entitlement; that taught us to respect our mother.
I have seen my father take an unwanted second portion of food if he sensed that a guest was hesitant to do the same just to make the guest feel comfortable teaching us to observe others and be a gracious hosts.
I have seen my mother insist that she didn’t want dessert when there was just one piece of pie left and knowing it was her son’s very favorite she would stash it away to ensure he had it for a snack later. That taught us to be considerate and giving.
I have seen my father swear he preferred his biscuits, popcorn, toast, pancakes etc. a little burned. That taught us to consider each other’s feelings and be kind.
I have been sent from the table to my room for disrespecting my mother. Not by my mother but my father; that taught us that our father puts our mother above us and we should do the same.
I have watched my mother clear countless meals from the table and clean up from dinner without a word of complaint; that taught me that we all have a role to play in the family and that she performs hers with a glad heart.
All together there were many lessons learned nightly around our dinner table and asking to have the salt passed and saying thank you while not talking with your mouth full was just the beginning.
Mr. Mayor, get on that.
Surely you can craft some words into law that make the above a mandatory part of family life in Kansas City. Can’t you?