The Families

I worked at the hotel this weekend. The manager on duty was a Somali-American woman, and the assistant manager was a young black gentleman.

Two young in-town black families checked in and were assigned rooms on the 5th floor. They had lots of little kids under ten years of age, and were enjoying the pool, going to the mall, etc.

Someone, probably the two dads, were toking up in the rooms. The neighbors complained as the smell wafted around the whole floor. The MOD went up to one of the rooms and when the guests opened the door, she told me the cloud of smoke drifted out towards her.

She kicked the two families out immediately, and then the fun started.

I came back from the airport as a group of about ten of these folks gathered around the desk. The dads were sort of slowly hauling luggage out when one angry, belligerent mother went up to the MOD and blasted her verbally. She angrily denied that they were smoking pot, She asserted that they, the men, were smoking it out in the car, and that is the smell notable on the 5th floor.

The MOD stood her ground and finally the outraged mom ran out of steam, and said she was disputing the credit card deposit that the MOD had already charged for the rooms.

The kids, 4 or 5 of them, wide-eyed, watching this whole charade, were seated quietly on couches against the far wall. I think they were terrified of that Mom and did not dare move.

This MOD is tough but fair, and she would have booted any tokers out, not matter their background. The two families refused to leave the hotel, and kept glaring at the MOD. She told me to stand by her at the front desk for she was afraid to be alone with these people. I stayed there for almost an hour.

Finally 3 Bloomington cops showed up, led by a burly black sergeant, and after another 30 minutes, the families left.

I cannot imagine a Lutheran, farm wife, with her kids in tow, acting like this. If someone lit a joint in her room, and they got tossed out as they predictably would be, she would be so embarrassed and humiliated that they would flee quickly and quietly into the night.

Not this young black Mom. She complained loud and long that they did nothing wrong, the hotel was unjustly picking on them. If anyone dares to check her family's selfish, heedless, coarse behavior, that authority figure is wrong, not the malefactors. Now, go to the front desk in the lobby, and scream and shout and argue for 15 minutes with the MOD until she calls the cops out of fear and anger to have you removed.

This is quite the moral training that the Mom is handing down to those innocent, little kids. If one does a crime, or commits a horrible social blunder, one is outraged at being interrupted and attacks the authority figure curtailing one's outrageous, maybe illegal behavior. The mom is teaching the kids that one can do whatever one wants, whereever one feels like it, to whomever one targets, and if there is a cop, teacher or hotel manager to interfere, they need to be slapped down and be set upon immediately.

It is our liberal society that has given this mom this sick, warped, dysfunctional view of how to act in front of one's children.

The black kids, and all kids, need a mom and a dad married and with God in their lives. They need to be taught to respect authority, play by the rules, and behave oneself. When one messes up, one apologizes, atones, and quietly moves on.

This disgusting display is far too common, and reflects a society of entitlement not sacrifice and personal accountability. If that Mother were redirect her anger towards showing the children how to maverize, she would be a credit to society, and so would her well-disciplined, well-bred, achieving children. Bad values, poor outcomes. Good values, exemplary children.