Fatality

I was watching "To kill a Mockingbird" a classic movie, and it gave me a sense of resolution. Not that I had a horse in the race one way or the other, but it put me at ease with my thinking. My position wasn't heartless after all. I was captured by the scene when the wild dog was coming up the road. Atticus Finch took a shotgun and killed the animal  on sight. I hated to see the sick dog get shot, but it was rabid. It was probably bitten by a possum or racoon  He didn't have time to call the dogcatcher or the dog's owner. He had to protect his family and the other residents.

This is the situation Horace Whiting put the Memphis police in on Sunday morning. I remember him from back in the day. His family has a history in the Lemoyen Gardens projects. When they tore the projects down he became a  stray. He was out of place. Not to compare a man to a dog. But in this case the comparison is in order. I am more familiar with the background of the man killed than most. I personally never had a problem with him, but I'm sure others did. I bet this isn't the first time he did something like this. This was meant to be another story for the homies. But it didn't turn out right. Instead of just being a fool, he is  also a fatality.