So I\u2019m surfing around the internet, and I click on a link about some billionaire who married his daughter, but it\u2019s not really sordid enough to capture my interest. From there, I click on a news story about an 81 year old white woman who hit a black man in her car and is happy to have killed a nigger.<\/p>\n
Well, Jesus Christ. What can you do? I read the whole story, and now that it\u2019s in my poor brain, I\u2019m stuck with it. It should be simple but it\u2019s not. It\u2019s certainly more than I bargained for. I never learn.<\/p>\n
In May, Betty Bowen of Pompano Beach, FL, \u00a0made an illegal left turn and smashed into a motorcycle driven by Reginald Ervin, 41. Ervin was thrown from the bike and declared dead 2 hours later. Betty Bowen didn\u2019t get a scratch, and won\u2019t be charged with any crime. She didn\u2019t even get a ticket for the illegal turn. She did lose her drivers license, and she\u2019s glad to have helped \u201cget rid of the niggers.” \u201cOne more off this earth,” she says.<\/p>\n
Before you wish Betty into Old Sparky, though, here\u2019s a closer look at her. “Fraud and lip service,” she says of all her experiences with doctors. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Her pills sit neatly on her coffee table among nail clippers, a pair of glasses from the drugstore, tweezers, a razor, a mirror, a toothbrush, a file, baby powder, Tums, candles, cologne, and 11 pens. Having the items close at hand is necessary, as Bowen does not leave the couch very often. But she was delighted when she learned that a reporter was coming over. Bowen is fired up to talk about “that Negro son of a gun” and his “whaddaya call it? Road raging.”<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Reginald\u2019s 12 year old daughter, who lives with her great-grandparents, is stoic about his death. \u00a0Ervin spent six years earlier in prison, where she visited him every weekend. Everyone who knew him says he had really turned his life around. The girl sometimes forgets that her dad won\u2019t be coming home, and she wishes Bowen would be punished for the accident.<\/p>\n Meanwhile, Betty Bowen feels no remorse. She hates niggers and she\u2019s sick of the foreigners, too.<\/p>\n She complains of having no friends \u2013 they’ve all died in the past seven years. She has no communication with her son or her daughter, whom she believes is trying to steal her money. She has no doctor. She has no means of transportation to her favorite store, Save-a-Lot, down the block, where she gets her candles. She has no social worker. Most days, she has no energy to get off the couch.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n Well, that\u2019s the story. You can read it here<\/a>. All I can take away from this is an image of a horrible lonely sick old woman. I know it’s going to haunt me. I\u2019m not forgiving her or anything. But if you know of anyone like this, give them a visit. Try to show them some compassion. Get them some social services. And of course, try to prevent them from driving a car. So I\u2019m surfing around the internet, and I click on a link about some billionaire who married his daughter, but it\u2019s not really sordid enough to capture my interest. From there, I click on a news story about an 81 … Continue reading
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\nIn addition to breast cancer, Bowen says she has “a fever in her feet,” which may or may not be nerve damage related to diabetes. She believes she recently suffered a mild stroke but was able to recover. Her arms are covered in red spots she calls “nerves,” and her blood pressure hovers around 200, she says. But Bowen has no doctor and takes no medication, save the blood pressure pills she once received as a sample. <\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n
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