Call me sexist (a transgender woman!), but I reserve some of my greatest contempt for healthy young males who prey, in any way on anyone, especially females, who are smaller, weaker or in any way more vulnerable. Perhaps it has something to do with my old-school blue-collar upbringing in Brooklyn and New Jersey.
But I also couldn’t resist the impulse toward derision when I heard about the perp who, just seven kilometers and a few neighborhoods due east of my apartment, knocked a ten-year-old girl off her bike. He then took her bike and cell phone and took off on her bike.
I feel terrible for the girl, but I couldn’t help but to chuckle when I saw the bike. It’s the sort of thing little girls ride all over the world: a small drop-bar frame, painted pink, with butterflies on it.
When was the last time you heard of a thief using something like that for a getaway vehicle?
I hope the girl is OK and that she gets the help she’ll need. (Contrary to what we’ve been told, kids aren’t always resilient. And why should we expect them to be?)
I also wouldn’t want to be the pero when he ends up in Rikers! For one thing, there’s no one other inmates—even the most incorrigible criminals—hate more than a human-shaped male being (I refuse to call such a creature a “man”) who commits violence against women or children. Oh, and he tried to get away on a little pink butterflies on it. They’ll never let him live that down!
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