from Megan Moore’s Blog – Moore Perspective
posted Tuesday, September 21, 2010
NOTE: Megan Moore is the Executive Producer and Anchor for News Channel 10
Well, not today, but last week. And it’s not the type of racist you’re thinking. I’ve become a racist against drug/alcohol users and abusers. I think there are enough people doing this to constitute a race by now. So there you have it. I’m a racist.
Last Friday, there was a shooting at a crack house the one neighbor trying to do good in his community told me that, so I had to go to the most disgusting neighborhood I’ve been in a long time and report on it. I’ll be honest, when I learned it was a crack house, I decided I didn’t care if the person who was shot lives or dies. If he died, and the cops caught the guy who did it, that’s killing two birds with one stone.
I probably sound harsh to some of you, and if that’s the case I urge you to drive through not alone the worst neighborhood in your town and observe. This is what I observed on Friday: adults walking up and down the street in not much more than their underwear; other adults gathered at one house talking about who got shot, but offering no information to police; all of them staring down me and my camera guy, undoubtedly wishing their neighborhood wasn’t crawling with cops so they could do the same to us that they did to the guy who got shot…just because we were there.
The most appalling thing I noticed was these people have no interest in making their lives better. They love living on welfare and drug money. They can do what they want all day long and get paid for it. I saw a Mercedes, Corvette, and at least three Cadillacs in that ghetto. Pay attention people: the chunk of money pulled out of your paycheck goes right to people like them.
They don’t give a rat’s a if someone in their neighborhood gets shot to be fair, neither do I. They don’t care if their kids go to school, because if their kids go to school, they might learn there are more opportunities than growing up an addict and/or a prostitute. These lowlifes want to keep that secret from their kids, especially since they probably have no more than a 5th grad education themselves. These people are the scum of the earth, and they are ok with it.
They are the product of drug use. I don’t care what you say, any drug is a bad one. They are only living for their next fix, not for their children or for making a better life. And don’t say they have no choice: they had their choice the first time it was offered. I’ve never touched a drug in my life, because I never wanted to.
The only living thing I felt sorry for in that awful neighborhood was a precious little puppy who came over to me, tail wagging, to get some affection. It took everything in me not to scoop her up and take her out of the horrible conditions that are her life. But I knew if I did that, the crack heads would know it was I who did it. And I, too, would end up riddled with bullet holes on the front porch of a crack house.
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