It's always difficult to keep personal prejudice out of a thing like this. And wherever you run into it, prejudice always obscures the truth. But we have a reasonable doubt, and that's something that's very valuable in our system.
Im sorry. I have this habit of doodling. It keeps me thinking clearly.
Youre always blowin your stacks over some guy that fanned.
He was born in a slum. Slums are breeding grounds for criminals.
Its now your duty to sit down and try and separate the facts from the fancy.
His boy has been hit so many times that violence is practically...Its a normal state of affairswith him.
The breakfast with the built-in bounce.
If you had to sort out all that junk, like that thing with the movies.
Lets go over it again.
Weve been over it again.
If you ask me, Id slap those tough kids down before they start any trouble.
Anyone in his right mind would blow his stack.
It's only one night. A boy may die.
He doesn`t say the boy is not guilty.He just isn`t sure. Its not easy to stand alone against theridicule of others.So he gambled for support and I gave it to him. I respect his motives.
Now, where did this panic start and where did it end?