{"id":333,"date":"2006-02-21T08:56:41","date_gmt":"2006-02-21T15:56:41","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/?p=333"},"modified":"2006-02-21T08:56:41","modified_gmt":"2006-02-21T15:56:41","slug":"my-confusing-act-of-good-will","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/2006\/02\/21\/my-confusing-act-of-good-will\/","title":{"rendered":"My confusing act of good will"},"content":{"rendered":"

<\/a>I walked (or more specifically rode on the tram with) a confused, cold, lost woman somewhere, I guess to her home or maybe shelter, Saturday night. I wasn’t sure what the heck else I was supposed to do with her. It wasn’t anything I particularly wanted to do, but the basic question was If not me, who?<\/i> She had an address, and thus I had a vague idea of where I needed to walk with her to… as it turned out, it was vaguer than where she knew she needed to go.<\/p>\n

I couldn’t make head or tales of what I was doing. In her broken English, she used the word “PUH-LEAZE”. I asked if she wanted me to call the police for help, and she was adament against it. Was she an illegal alien?<\/i> I don’t know, and I could not spot her accent anywhere.<\/p>\n

But the problem came up where she pantomimed some things. She pantomimed violence, and all I could do was think she had been battered by someone. I’m guessing she had a horrible day, but short of contacting the police — which she was opposed to — there was nothing I could do about it. I’m thinking it’s in the police officer’s perogative to ignore a status of illegal immigration in favour of more pressing matters of violence and assualt, but (a) an illegal immigrant is still terrified of the prospect, and (b) I don’t even know that that is the deal confronting the woman I’m — somewhat reluctantly– helping.<\/p>\n

When we reached a spot she could identify, she quickly parted ways with me. And I was left not sure what the heck I did here. Ah well. I guess one is never sure of what they do when they do something important to their fellow person.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

I walked (or more specifically rode on the tram with) a confused, cold, lost woman somewhere, I guess to her home or maybe shelter, Saturday night. I wasn’t sure what the heck else I was supposed to do with her. It wasn’t anything I particularly wanted to do, but the basic question was If not […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-333","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/333","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=333"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/333\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.struat.com\/election\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}