Archive for December, 2015

I Don’t Even Know What to Call This

Not a day goes by that I don’t long for how it was when I was a kid in Bojon Town.  It was a different world, a much simpler one. I’m sure that bad things happened back then.  People got killed, bad things happened, and there were problems in the world.  We read it in the newspaper in the morning when you got the Chieftain, maybe later in the afternoon if you got the Star-Journal.  You watched the news at 5 and 10.  That was it.  No 24 hour news channels, no live updates from a mobile satellite truck, and most of all, no internet.  You got your news in small doses, unless you really searched it out.  Now, you can’t avoid it.  The four television channels that we had back then have become 400, and 100 of them are devoted to showing us bad things.  It is to the point that I got so inundated with it that I shut off my cable almost 2 years ago, and my only television spent at least 6 months in storage this year.  I couldn’t watch it anymore.  I’d start on the top, surf the entire channel list, and end up watching reruns of The Beverly Hillbillies.  Now my TV is back in it’s place, but I still don’t have cable.  I bought a twenty dollar antenna, and now I get about 10 channels, and the best part is that I still get to watch The Beverly Hillbillies every morning.  They come on right before Perry Mason and Quincy, ME.  Seeing a pattern here?  I miss the past.

I’m sickened by the shootings.  All of them. T he Planned Parenthood shooting, the idiot that shot all the people in a movie theater that I took my grand kids to at times, Columbine, all of them.  But I’m going to focus on one, and try to relate it to the topic of this blog, which of course is the amazing neighborhood of Bojon Town.  I’m going to just talk about the shootings in San Bernardino.  I almost hate to call it a shooting, because it was so much more.  An act of terrorism, an act of cowardice, an act of war……pick one and you’re right.  A battle in a war perpetrated by cowardly terrorists is probably as close as I can come.  Done by people that have come into this country legally.  The man, and I use that term loosely, was born here, but it appears that his family came here within the last 30 or 40 years ago.  The woman, if you can call her that, came here on a legal visa 2 or so years ago.  Kind of sounds like a lot of Bojon families back in the early years when our neighborhood was being formed.  Just a nice young couple, here from a different country, trying to get a piece of the American dream.  But something went completely wrong, and I don’t believe it could ever happen to our people in our neighborhood.  Why?  I’ll try to explain.

Bojons made a community.  They were of shared background, shared values, shared religion, and they shared a new situation.  And they were good people and they looked out for each other.  Not just to make sure that people were doing well, but making sure that they weren’t up to no good.  They policed themselves.  If someone got out of line, police weren’t needed. Courts weren’t necessary.  The leaders in the neighborhood took care of things.  If a young man was moving in the wrong direction in his life, family and friends were there to correct the situation.  They didn’t look the other way and ignore problems.  And if they couldn’t fix things, they went to the next level, and let the legal system deal with it.

The Muslim community is hugely to blame for San Bernardino.  They have been looking at these terrorist attacks for years and turning a blind eye.  They’ll give lip service about how it’s wrong, but it’s nothing more than lip service, when their mosques welcome these animals with open arms.  The leaders know who the bad people are, but they do nothing but tell us to be tolerant.  Take a look at the interviews with the family of these two animals who killed fourteen people and were killed themselves.  No real emotion.  Normal people would be distraught beyond belief if one of their family did this, but these people are missing some of that inside, it appears.   They needed to police themselves long ago.  By not doing it, they implicitly agreed with the terrorists.  In my eyes, they have all become terrorists by their inaction and silence.  Bojons would have never just sat by.

Imagine Bojon Town in 1960. A young couple moves in.  They have a baby. People are coming and going into their house at all hours of the day and night.  There is noise coming from power tools in the garage, and it looks like they’re being a bit sneaky.  What happens next?  Do people ignore it because they don’t want to be politically incorrect?  Bojons are not exactly politically correct if you haven’t noticed.  That crap would have been looked into.  Why?  Because we were proud of our neighborhood, and we didn’t want anything or anyone to screw it up.

Bojons came to this country because they wanted to be Americans.  They heard of the American dream, and they wanted a piece of it.  They fought for it, they fought for America.  They loved America.  They were , but they didn’t consider themselves to be Slovenian-Americans.  They were Americans with a common heritage in ‘the old country’.  We kept a piece of our identity, but we didn’t let it define us.  We practiced our religion without fear of persecution, but we never thought that another religion would try to kill us for it.  We’re not about to start now.

One more thing. Bojons aren’t the only group that wouldn’t have put up with this nonsense.  The Italians across the bridge?  No dice.  Irish?  Nope.  Germans?  Not a chance.  Any ethnic group in Pueblo would have dealt with animals like this the same way that Bojons would have.  They wouldn’t have let it happen to two kids that they should have been responsible for.

Sorry that this seems kind of off topic, given that I try to stay pretty positive in my blog.  But I’m positive about one thing. I’m not afraid to be politically incorrect.  If you disagree with any of this, please feel free to comment.  I have to approve all comments before they appear, but I promise that I have never disapproved of one yet, and I’m not about to start.