This morning I read a story about a man who stabbed another man in the face at a Pathmark supermarket in the Northeast.
You know what, this is Philly. It gets grimy here sometimes so initially I wasn’t too shocked while I was reading. But as I got a bit further into the story I found out that not only did the customers fail to intervene or assist the victim, everyone continued to shop. They even went as far as to push their carts through the blood covered aisle where the incident happened.
What makes a person so jaded that they don’t even wince at the sight of another persons blood littering the floor of a supermarket?
Honestly, it’s the same type of apathy I began this post with by stating that I wasn’t shocked when I read about a man getting stabbed at a supermarket.
So even though I wasn’t one of the Pathmark shoppers slipping and sliding through some dude’s blood in aisle 6 I reacted in the same manner as they did.
The Supermarket Slasher got me as well.
As a species we’re pretty much fucked. I’m not sure exactly when it happened but we have officially become numb to the violence around us with no concern for our fellow man. And it’s evident because whenever most people hear about all of the violence that takes place within our society locally and internationally they’ll react for a moment and then move on.
Compassion is waning. Understanding is being obstructed by fear. We’re losing the sense of community that connects us as people.
Prime example; This morning while on my way to work there was a young girl on the bus who needed change for a $5 bill so she could pay her fare. She turned to ask her fellow passengers for change but no one acknowledged her.
Then again, her cringe worthy ‘Anybody got change for a five? Nah? Nah? Nobody got it???’ request could have turned most of them off at 7:15 in the morning.
Luckily for Princess Etiquette I had five $1 bills in my wallet. I’m still unsure of whether or not she thanked me. And I will admit, I was hesitant at first in giving her my money because I quickly thought to myself ‘What if this money is counterfeit? Is this little heifer try’na get me?’ Still, I would want someone to do the same for me so I didn’t let my apprehension get the best of me.
Our compassion meter is almost on Empty but I do believe that somewhere deep, deep, deep down inside of all of us, beyond all of our apathy and mistrust, lies a connection that we must tap into from time to time to establish our humanness.
There’s a brotha named Prince Ea who has a YouTube video that expresses the importance of remaining connected. It’s a very poignant video that resonated with me because we can never forget that we all need each other as human beings.
That’s a lesson everyone should always remember, including me.