I’ve grown terribly cynical I’m afraid. I found it hard to be shocked or outraged when that “Kentucky mom†— mother of four in her life early 20s, kid less than six months old — left a bar at two in the morning with guys she didn’t know and then bad things happened. I have a hard time feeling sympathy for repetitive ignorant decisions.
Now there’s a 29 year old from Birmingham who left a bar with two black guys she just met. And she vanished. I’m supposed to be filled with some sense of horror and urgency. Problem? I don’t care. If you jump into a box full of rattlesnakes am I supposed to react with shock and empathy when you get bitten?
The kid from Auburn? Yeah. That disturbs me. The little Cupcake girl? I’d kill the motherfucker who took her and his girlfriend myself with my bare hands. The big Bama douche who burned his kid alive? I’d have no problem chopping him up with a steak knife.
But this? Yeah the guys she went with deserve punishment for whatever they did with her that she didn’t agree to, but she put herself in that situation. My sympathy button isn’t working.