Young men kill someone for a handful of coins, then are remorseless, even casual: Hey, man, things happen. And their parents nab the culprit: it was the city, the cops, the system, the crowd, the music. Anyone but him. Anyone but me.
Anna Quindlen (2010). “Thinking Out Loud: On the Personal, the Political, the Public and the Private”, p.81, Ballantine Books
