I watch with incredulity as my Baltimore teeters. Major crises have seemed to grow exponentially these past few weeks. Politicians and people of law enforcement are buckling at the knee. With few exceptions, they seem helpless, at times hapless.
The fallout from the Freddie Gray incident has unfortunately ushered an open season for dolts with guns ("Homicides reported in Sandtown-Winchester, Hollins Market," May 17). Are we witnessing a human winnowing process here in our own back yard? Is the word "genocide" too harsh to describe what is happening in Baltimore with black-on-black male homicides? I think not.
As the harsh nastiness of Baltimore heat and stifling humidity approach, I fear Baltimore will be facing one of its most challenging summers ever.
There is an old adage which states that the anxiety of an event is usually worse than the event itself. As summer ensues, I can only hope that adage is applicable. But I'm not going to hold my breath. Baltimore teeters.