This was written during my time off when a call for defunding the police occurred in my state.
In a time when streets were unpaved, when men rode around on horseback rather than sitting behind the wheel, steering an obscene number of said animals, the world may have seemed quieter than. Still without an established sheriff in town, things would quickly disintegrate.
Fights broke out on the streets for silly things like letting your cows graze on a free range. Someone shot his cousin’s pig and eventually it led to a family feud that went on for years. Prisons consisted of a one room holding cell. The law consisted of an elected sheriff and a few trusted deputies. With the rampant lawlessness, the town slowly died. It became dismantled and defaced after nights of unbridled insanity. It remained nothing but a town filled with spirits of past lives.
Only a few good men would set out to maintain law and order only to be ridiculed, emasculated and held up to criticism on both sides. The good people of the towns blamed the law for not doing enough and the rabble rousers, said the laws were too harsh and that their motives were misunderstood.
It finally became so difficult to enforce the laws that the village turned into a ghost town, filled with tumbleweed and dusty, empty streets. The buildings remained, but they too had suffered from the lack of the law. People got tired of living in a community ruled by mobs and lawless gangs who thought nothing of looting and destroying other people’s property. They packed whatever belongings they still possessed, boarded up their homes and shops and got out of Dodge.
The streets no longer held people – good or bad. The hope of finding the American dream was swallowed up by inaction, indifference and quickly turned into a nightmare. The outlaws moved on too. There was nothing to take anymore. There was no one to bully or beat up. There were no grievances to be heard and the silence of the streets was deafening.
Many thousands of years prior to this, laws were established by the Creator of the Universe. The stone slabs they were carved into were tossed to the ground and broken because of Moses’ anger at the people who had quickly deserted their God. God made another set of tablets for the people. Within a few centuries those laws were all but lost and forgotten. Lawlessness returned and hate and senseless blood stained the streets. History tends to repeat itself in a lawless place. Soon there will be nothing left.