Maybe I just don’t remember. Maybe it’s because I live in a larger metro area than in the past. Or maybe society really has taken a very nasty turn.
It seems here in Denver a hit-and-run accident is reported every couple of weeks. And I don’t mean drunks who hit parked cars and drive away. I mean drivers hitting people and fleeing the scene.
In the last 12 hours I’ve seen reports of two such incidents here. In the first, a driver hit a 10-year-old boy who’d run into the street — and sped away. Despite the horror of the incident, caught on a neighbor’s surveillance camera, the boy suffered only scrapes and bruises.
Then early this morning a bicyclist was hit and killed by a driver who left the scene. Among the similar incidents in the last year or two, I recall immediately a driver who ran down an entire family in a downtown intersection, and a driver who struck and killed a pregnant woman walking in her neighborhood. Like the others, these drivers fled the scene.
What kind of irresponsible moron runs down another human being and doesn’t stop? Even allowing for a scared driver or one who doesn’t realize what happened, you’d think later news reports and one’s sense of responsibility (or guilt) would compel normal people to turn themselves in.
I know I’m getter older and have a lot of old-fashioned ideas about things. But seriously — not stopping when you hit someone? What’s happened to us?
The Denver Post reported that in the last nine months of 2010, there were 2,367 hit-and-run cases in the city, with arrests in 56% of them. Of the six fatality cases, only three were solved.
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I’ve wondered about this myself. I don’t know if it’s because there are so many of us now that we value life less than before, or if the increased population combined with the 24 hour news cycle simply means there’s more coverage of an unchanged percentage of hit-and-run accidents. Either way, it’s disturbing news.
No kidding. I was absolutely floored by that 2,367 statistic. I’d expected, at worst, maybe several hundred. That’s what I get for living in a cave.