It used to be that we didn’t even lock our houses. We didn’t need to. We didn’t need a neighborhood watch, either.
Sad but true.
Decades ago at the end of my street, horses and cattle grazed.
Now . . . John Jay High School . . . is the school of thugs and ethnic strife.
Maybe somebody from John JaY might point to why would anybody might be proud to graduate from John Jay?
First, list gang affiliations.