We live on a busy street in a nice suburb of Pittsburgh. We moved here in 1993 because we were looking for an area with an excellent school system, close to town, with a house we could afford. We really weren’t all that concerned with “safety” issues per se. We lock doors out of habit no matter where we’ve lived, and aside from petty theft from a pair of break-ins, have been lucky to not been victims of real crime.
Over the last few years, major crime has seeped into our suburb. In April 2000, a guy in a nearby neighborhood went on a shooting spree. His first victim was his neighbor, a Jewish woman. He drove to the next town and started shooting Indian people at a grocery. He shot-out the windows of two synagogues. He murdered a man in a Chinese restaurant, and finally shot a black karate instructor. When he was done, five people had been murdered, one man was left paralyzed from the neck down.
I wasn’t very surprised, in some ways, because folks in Pennsylvania love their guns and there’s a fairly ugly current of racism among some people. In fairness to my home, some folks in the town have started to deal with diversity issues and are at least talking about them.
More recently, though, the pace of murders has quickened. Two young men whom my daughter went to high school with, “allegedly” killed another man in what, “allegedly,” was a drug deal gone wrong. While this murder did not happen in our town, it “allegedly” involved people who do.
A few weeks ago, a young man murdered his girlfriend. We don’t need the “allegedlys” in this case – he killed himself before the police could arrest him.
Just last night, a policeman was shot during a domestic disbute. While the policeman was shot in the chest, he was wearing a bullet-proof vest and is expected to recover.
This level of violence in a “safe” suburb is depressing. I suppose it’s just a reminder that nowhere is safe. It doesn’t mean we should panic and crawl in our homes and never emerged – it just means we need to be vigilant everywhere.