That's what police said.
Of Kyle Jobin.
|Police say "he was in the wrong place, at the wrong time." 19-year-old Kyle Jobin gunned down by four black males... The wrong place for white people is America; the wrong time is now|
A white, 19-year-old college student.
"He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time."
In a suburb of Indianapolis.
Four black males were the last people Jobin would see in this lifetime; and it's four black males the police are looking for as suspects in the murder of Jobin. [Family hoping for answers in death of McCordsville teenager, WISHTV.com, 1-29-14]:
That’s what investigators say about the night 19-year-old Kyle Jobin of McCordsville was shot and killed outside a Lawrence gas station.
“Part of us died that night, too,” said Kyle’s dad, Joe. “He was everything to me.”
Joe Jobin and his wife Cyndi sit in their McCordsville home Wednesday night, reliving the night of Jan. 4.
Their youngest son Kyle was home on Christmas break from Vincennes University.
“It was the last part of the week, and there was a big snow storm coming,” recalled Joe Jobin. “I said Kyle, if you want to go hang out, you’ll want to do it tonight. You’ll want to be here tomorrow, because we’ll be snowed in.”
“We said ‘love you,’ and he went to spend the night at a friend’s.”
Jobin says it was 3:30 a.m., when they were awoken by a knock at the door.
“Being a service member, you hear different stories about having that call to your door. I opened up that door and I could remember my eyes going from law officer, to law officer, to chaplain. When I saw that chaplain, I knew it. Something very, very drastic had happened,” Jobin said, a retired Air Force vet.
“We jumped in the car as fast as we could, and we rushed to the hospital to spend what last little time we had with him, Luckily we had a little time. I’m not sure if he was really with us, but we got to hold his hand,” said Jobin, emotionally. “It was a terrible night and one I’ll never forget.”
Police say Kyle had gone from his friend’s house around 2:30 a.m., to get a pack of cigarettes from the Marathon gas station at 7013 E. 56th St.
Investigators say a witness saw four black men surround his car, after he came out with his cigarettes: they were knocking on windows and doors, trying to get in the car.
The witness ran to get police: when they came back, Kyle was slumped over the wheel, with a gunshot wound to the head.
His ID and debit card were still in his hand.Gunshot wound to the head? Four black male suspects? His ID and debit card still in his hand when police showed up?
What was it the four black male suspects wanted?
Or yet another white homicide victim by black males in the Indianapolis region? [Police, family seek answers in Lawrence homicide, WLFI.com, 1-29-14]:
The incident happened at the Marathon gas station, 7013 E. 56th St. A witness saw Jobin get back in his vehicle after buying cigarettes. Then, four black males got out of a white SUV and started knocking on windows and doors, trying to get inside. One of the people from the SUV was wearing a maroon hooded sweatshirt, but no other descriptions were available.
A witness drove to another gas station to find an officer, but when the officer arrived, Jobin had already been shot."He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time."
Oddly, the Indianapolis Star doesn't point out the racial aspect of the suspects...
Black males engaging in gun crime in Indianapolis?
What do you want to bet the NRA Convention in April held in Indianapolis doesn't require the same police state measures the Indiana Black Expo annually requires when it is held in the same city?
"He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time."
Kyle Jobin is dead.
Not because of the NRA and not because of living in a Democrat-run city.
He's dead because he was a white male (remember, his debit card was found in his nearly lifeless hand when police found him).
Brian Garfield's novel Death Wish includes this important line, when our protagonist Paul Benjamin catches himself questioning the sanity of a crime victims judgement, instead of castigating society for tolerating criminality:
He paid through the little tilt-slot in the plexiglass and got out on the corner. He was about to cross the street when his eye fell on a convertible parked in front of the supermarket. Part of the roof had been slashed open; it hung in gaping shreds.
Probably there had been some item of miniscule value visible on the back seat; someone had pulled a knife, ripped the car open, reached in and stolen the object. People ought to know better than to park canvas-topped cars on the streets...
He stopped, drew himself up. What the hell kind of thinking is that?
Do we have to give up every God damned right we have? Do we have to let them scare us into giving up everything?
Fallen rain gleamed on the street like precious gems. He looked over toward the river- along the block, under the concrete of the West Side Highway. The lights of a boat were sliding past. Out there on the filthy river in a boat you'd be safe.
Safe, he thought. And that's all we have left to shoot for? (p. 66)"He was in the wrong place, at the wrong time."
As Benjamin thought, "Safe.. And that's all we have left to shoot for?"