A Wary Irish Channel
If you live anywhere in or near this “up-and-coming” neighborhood, consider yourself warned of the latest crime spree: At least seven homes were forcibly broken into and burglarized last weekend.
One of the victims, my across-the-street neighbor, had his door kicked down just after dinner. When the perpetrator noticed he wasn’t alone in the house, he grabbed and brandished a knife from the kitchen and chased (yes, CHASED) the resident around the house and down the street. He made off with tons of stuff, including a cable box and $3000 worth of jewelry. After the cops showed up, the scum had the gall to return and seize a pair of toy handcuffs, which he used to restrain a young woman at his next crime scene!
Crack related? Maybe. Or perhaps our new neighbor Wal-Mart has spawned a tidal wave of irreversible urban resentment and a new breed of criminal, more rancorous and merciless.
The bottom line is that our beloved Channel is not “there” yet. To some, “there” might mean blocks upon blocks of white affluent families in charming country cottages. To me it means simply being able to smoke on my front porch swing without fear of losing my life. Where is the gentified Irish Channel our parents promised us…?