The diner I work in got robbed last week. I was the waitress close to the cash register and I’m the one that the guy with the hood over his face pointed his gun at. He told me to empty the register and put the money in the paper bag.
There were only a few people in the diner and nobody hardy looked up. Just another day in Over-the-Rhine.
We called the police, filled out a police report – all that. Nothing new here. It’s happened before.
Why were we robbed? I think so mush of it here relates to drugs. Crack is almost on every street corner. People get addicted and they need to pay for the habit. It’s desperation. I don’t know how else to look at it.
When the black man pointed his gun at me (I know he was black, could see his hands), I wasn’t really scared. I knew the last thing he wanted to do was kill me. He just wanted the money, you know, desperation.
I see cop cars all the time here in The Hood – got those red lights flashing a lot. I don’t see all that many arrests. Are the police looking in the wrong places?
I don’t do drugs and often I pretend it’s not around me – but I know better. I know when people are high on crack. I see it in their eyes and when I see it, I want to look away and pretend I’m somewhere else.
Karen @ The Hood