Many moons ago when I was in college, young and convinced of my wisdom and ready to take on the world - as college students are wont to be - I saw the Spike Lee flick "Do the Right Thing". This film led to an extended discussion with my room mate at the time, someone of minority heritage who had grown up in a largely minority neighborhood. It is more than fair to say, that my life experience, despite my confidence and wisdom, was far removed from his frame of reference. Suffice to say, we disagreed.
I refused to believe that someone could so... callously? calmly? obliviously? Take another man's life.
And today we all confront an example nearly scripted out from the movie's scene.
Over a few cigarettes a man died.
Any yet, there is no accountability.
I wish I could find my room mate from so many years ago, and apologize. And tell him he was right. Even now, a quarter of a century later.
