You know what I was thinking about today? I was thinking about those street gangs they have down in Los Angeles, those Crips and those Bloods. And I was thinking about that bunch of new laws they came up with in the 1980s, I think it was, to combat those street gangs, those Crips and those Bloods. And, if I remember rightly, the gist of what those new laws were saying was, if you join one of these gangs, and you're running with them, and down the block one night, unbeknownst to you, one of your fellow Crips, or your fellow Bloods, shoot up a place, or stab a guy... Well then, even though you may not know nothing about it and you were just standing on a street corner minding your own business, what these new laws said was you're still culpable. You're still culpable by the very act of having joined those Crips and those Bloods in the first place. Which got me thinking, Father, that whole type of situation is kinda like you church boys, ain't it? You got your colors, you got your clubhouse. You're, for want of a better word, a gang. And if you were upstairs smoking a pipe and reading your Bible while one of your fellow gang members is downstairs fu*king an altar boy, well... Father, just like those Crips, and just like those Bloods, you're culpable. Because you joined the gang, man. I don't care if you never did shit, you never saw shit, you never heard shit, you join the gang, you're culpable.
Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri
