You know how I learned? There was a old creek where cows and horses drank and took poops. We damned it up to about 9-feet deep and BAM! We had a swimming hole. My parents weren’t there, but my buddies and I slowly entered the creek, learning to dog paddle in the shallows and swim by expanding into the deeper portion. We looked out for each other and my parents knew I was safe with that many friends at the swimming hole. And we didn't have any signs barring little black kids. It was an open hole to anyone.
I learned a lot without taxpayer help or Ms. Wilson’s willingness to spend our money on her campaign idea: I learned to swim with my buddies; assess any potential for danger (fallen limb or something underwater overnight); recognize my limitations (jump out of the tree far enough to not hit my head); and personally accept any risks I took. We never had a drowning at the old swimming hole even though we were all pretty ignorant hillbilly farm boys and it was during segregation.
These blacks come to Virginia Beach, laugh, talk and play and expect society to be responsible for the safety of their kids who barely know how to survive a bath. Many of them don’t even have 2 parent families and they are turned loose, like little wild kids, to go for a romp in the ocean without knowledge of risk, danger assessment, and incapable of knowing their limitations.
No this is not my problem.
If Ms. Wilson thinks her training ideas are the ticket, let her rent out a pool if she doesn’t have one and pay for the lessons herself. But $300,000 just because one unsupervised little black kid drowns so far this year? Her math and motivation is way off. And if the Pilot’s columnist can’t think more logically than he demonstrated in his column, then he should probably stay out of the water, himself.
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