Last night, MSNBC ran a story about child abduction. What they did was have a man pretend to snatch a seven year old girl off the streets of New Rochelle, NY. The little girl fought and yelled for help. Yelled, "You aren't my father!" over and over again. While people walked by, some glancing back over their shoulders as they moved on.
It made me sick to watch.
Then, two young African American men, both dressed sort of hip-hop, talking on their cells phones, looking like the media's worst stereotype of young black men, heard the girl crying out. They turned, they looked, they looked at each other, then started slowly towards the man and girl. At the end, they both dropped their packages and flanked the man, rushing him. A third man pulled his car to the sidewalk and jumped from it to join the two.
It gave me chills to watch them, ordinary guys who cared more about that little girl than themselves in that moment. Who didn't think it wasn't any of their business. Who weren't too busy to take time out of their day to help. Who actually stepped up and acted on what we all claim to believe every time a child is kidnapped and later found dead: that we all must be vigilant with America's children.