A week ago, I came home to find a cameraman and some other TV dude hangin' outside the front entrance. The camera was pointed down the street. I looked down the street, too. There were cop cars and police tape and a bunch of people milling about.
I went inside and called our sister station, CJAD and asked if they know what the deal was (it's nice having connections). But they didn't. But they said they'd call the coppers and see. I turned the radio on after, to see if anything had developed.
"Montreal's 8th homicide of the year in NDG".
GAH! Someone called the cops at 8:30 that morning, to report an idling car with a person "sleeping" inside, slumped over the wheel. Sleeping? Not so much. Bullet in the head. And he'd been there all night. Apparently, he had a criminal record and was "known to police". There is no link to gang activity as of yet. I guess they're still investigating. There is actually still some remnant of police tape hanging, that someone forgot to take down.
I guess I'm supposed to be fearful. But I'm not. I think I've just spent too much time in big cities among the crackheads and the hookers. And frankly, this really could have happened anywhere. Five blocks away - five feet away, whatever.
What DOES bother me - is this. There are kids in this 'hood. And families. And it makes me angry for them, for these reasons:
a) for them to have to grow up where this exists and
b) if they don't have a solid support system around them, they are potential targets to be recruited by gangs. Check this out.
Anyway, that's that. And I have a funny feeling I'm gonna be paying closer attention to idling cars for the next little while.