A block from where we live is a community of shanties where probably several hundreds of families live. I am concerned for our own safety when the young male people roam the streets at night. When they pass by our home, they talk heckle, laugh, shout like they have the right to do so, even if its late at night. They hurl stones at a neighbor’s mango tree teeming with green mangoes. They are unpredictable and I probably do not have to say I know why.
With the recent UP Fair fiasco where a lot of jumping jologs violently disrupted what could have been a fun concert, we wonder what is happening to these youth who are supposed to be the hope of the nation?
Sure, I always say, we should have heart to understand those who are considered as “underprivileged” or those who have “less” but if they behave like savages and do things that harm innocent people and destroy properties that are not theirs? I do not know why they are angst-ridden and their rage seem monumental
