Major cities, including Dallas, have a problem: murder rates are up in more than 35 major cities, when compared to a year ago.  After years of declines — as I recall, the murder rate was horrendously high in the late ’80s and early ’90s, the years of crack-cocaine, pinnacling in 1993 when more than 2,200 murders were counted in New York City  — it’s creeping up again. And it’s not just murder rates that’s up, it’s violence: (more…)


UPDATE: Comes word from Robert Wilonsky at the Dallas Morning News that civil rights groups and activists are demanding a U.S. Department of Justice investigation into the police action in McKinney — as they should. Many people feel (as I do) that the officer, Eric Casebolt, way over-reacted and should likely find another line of work. Meantime, I am having trouble locating the man who posted the “neighborhood plea”  we posted below, that is circulating Facebook: Michael Cory Quattrin.

MONEY Magazine voted McKinney, Texas, as the best place to live in America last year, and we are pretty bullish on the town, too: great homes, great values, charming downtown, a good school system.

Honestly, agents tell me most buyers prefer the schools in Lucas, Prosper and Allen. But McKinney’s are highly rated.

Now McKinney is on the national map, for a pool party incident at a private community pool in Craig Ranch, a 2200 acre private development of upscale single family homes, that was videoed, posted and put the community all over the internet as yet another community where white police pick on black. I saw the news last night and emailed Jo. My initial reaction to what I saw was outrage. Outrage at what appeared to be obvious police brutality against a teenage girl and a bunch of black teenagers. The headlines were clearly meant to incite and provoke a negative reaction against the McKinney police department, to suggest that McKinney is a racist community.

This is not the McKinney I know.

Then I recalled a party my daughter threw years ago in our back-yard on Park Lane, circa 1998, along with two friends. Word spread quickly (these kids had cell phones, not Twitter) that someone was having a backyard pool party with underage drinking, WHICH WE WERE NOT. Kids came out and over from everywhere, tall, thin, black and white, public school, private school. They came slinging six-packs over their shoulder, holding bottles of tequila, and we found so much booze in our yard after that night we stocked the (locked) bar for years.

I called the police to help me get the kids off my property, which they did. They were told to go home. And they did. I learned some brutal lessons parenting teenagers that night: (more…)