I was a 3rd person in a tree-house - where a teenage girl was talking to her new boyfriend... her old ex-boyfriend who had stalker qualities climbed up and exploded thinking she was doing much more up there than just talking... I had to hold him back.
His parents were in the driveway of the girls house destroying any piece of property they could in retaliation support of their son. The mom was a short heavy set lady and she broke one of tail-lights of the car that belonged to the girl's dad. Someone in defense of the family under attack took a bat to her... I remember her rolling around on the ground while this person repeatedly hit her with a bat and kicked her... then someone walked up and shot her point blank in the face through her open mouth.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
There was some glimmer of hope in all of this violence... the younger son of the mother that had been beaten and shot was in the house standing behind the girl's dad and mom - this was an interracial couple.. the dad white, the mom black... and he said something about having been taught by his parents that it was a sin.. it was wrong... but that he liked both of these people and didn't see why people had a problem with them being together. (though he said it in the most simplest-innocent kid way possible) and I just felt this feeling of hope... that not all hope is lost... he had been taught to be strongly judgmental....yet at here a mere 5 or 6 years old he was already questioning it.
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