Does it get any lower than stealing from the poor and the elderly?
The people in the retirement community where I work like displaying decorations and knick-knacks on the doors and shelves outside their apartments. Usually nothing gets taken. But one lady likes to display wreaths on her door for various holidays. Her Valentine wreath had a bunch of tiny dolls among the decorative pink and white heart garland. Some lowlife clipped all the dolls from the wreath.
Why would anyone do that?
In another incident, a woman had been "working" retirement communities in the area. Our building is locked at night but during the day it is open. This woman came in, knocked on one of the residents' doors and pretended she was looking for someone, asking the resident if she could help. The perpetrator then said she was thirsty and asked for a glass of water. While the resident was getting the water, the woman stole her purse. She then proceeded to chat with the resident for a few more minutes before leaving. A few days later there were reports in the paper of similar incidents at other retirement homes.
None of this helped calm the unfortunate victim of this unsettling crime, who was an Austrian immigrant that had lived through the horrors of World War II. Her cognitive abilities were declining and that in itself was causing severe anxiety. The night after the incident she called me to her apartment. I talked to her for 20 minutes in an attempt to calm her but I fear I wasn't able to do much good. Then her abilities to care for herself at all began to decline. I'll never be sure how much of this was psychosomatic. She ended up in the hospital and from there was transferred to our facility's health care center. She never returned to her apartment, dying in the health care center a few months later. She completely shut down emotionally and her physical faculties followed.
Granted, "Gwenda's" short term memory was beginning to fail her, but before this incident she would walk around the building twice a day for exercise and every morning before I went home she would be there at the office for her medicines with a cheery "Gud Mornink, how are you?" After she was victimized, she became a terrified shell of herself. While she didn't say so, I'm sure that the invasion of her home brought back memories of a frightening time in her existence, perhaps some that she had repressed for years. Her drastic decline following her victimization was shocking and, I think, completely unnecessary.
Shame on those who victimize the most vulnerable so callously! But due to the fact that they have no conscience, I suppose that they feel no shame.
Why would anyone do that?
In another incident, a woman had been "working" retirement communities in the area. Our building is locked at night but during the day it is open. This woman came in, knocked on one of the residents' doors and pretended she was looking for someone, asking the resident if she could help. The perpetrator then said she was thirsty and asked for a glass of water. While the resident was getting the water, the woman stole her purse. She then proceeded to chat with the resident for a few more minutes before leaving. A few days later there were reports in the paper of similar incidents at other retirement homes.
None of this helped calm the unfortunate victim of this unsettling crime, who was an Austrian immigrant that had lived through the horrors of World War II. Her cognitive abilities were declining and that in itself was causing severe anxiety. The night after the incident she called me to her apartment. I talked to her for 20 minutes in an attempt to calm her but I fear I wasn't able to do much good. Then her abilities to care for herself at all began to decline. I'll never be sure how much of this was psychosomatic. She ended up in the hospital and from there was transferred to our facility's health care center. She never returned to her apartment, dying in the health care center a few months later. She completely shut down emotionally and her physical faculties followed.
Granted, "Gwenda's" short term memory was beginning to fail her, but before this incident she would walk around the building twice a day for exercise and every morning before I went home she would be there at the office for her medicines with a cheery "Gud Mornink, how are you?" After she was victimized, she became a terrified shell of herself. While she didn't say so, I'm sure that the invasion of her home brought back memories of a frightening time in her existence, perhaps some that she had repressed for years. Her drastic decline following her victimization was shocking and, I think, completely unnecessary.
Shame on those who victimize the most vulnerable so callously! But due to the fact that they have no conscience, I suppose that they feel no shame.
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