The streets were my father

BPR:
Chris Salcedo

Despite what collectivists claim, it doesn’t take a village to raise a child. Ideally, it takes a father and a mother. We call this the nuclear family. It is the basis any civilized society. Courtesy of the left-wing, we don’t live in an ideal world. Instead we live in a cynically disposable climate, where the value of a positive father figure is routinely ridiculed or discounted as, at best, unnecessary for the optimal successful outcome of their children. “The Streets Were My Father: A Story of Hopelessness and Redemption”  is a riveting documentary that relates the life stories of three men who grew up in Chicago in either abusive or otherwise fatherless homes.

Carlos Colon, Louis Dooley and Leslie Williams are unflinchingly honest as they describe their youthful descent down soul-crushing paths which follow an all-too-familiar pattern. In their world, life had increasingly little value. Unstable homes and dangerous neighborhoods, gang life, deceptively glittered as the golden answer. Gangs provided a family, of sorts, much needed protection, and supplied the ego-enhancing feelings of belonging.  Soon small crimes turned into big crimes, petty theft turned into grand theft, armed robbery and murders followed. All of these illegal and evil acts fed an increasingly demanding inner fire fueled by anger. It’s a story of human failing, a story as old as the Bible itself. MORE