Speaking of misguided youth (see yesterday’s post), I broach the subject of KENNEKA JENKINS, a girl who will never score a record deal because after attending a party in a hotel where she got very high, Kenneka managed to stumble into a freezer and surprise surprise…froze to death.
Obviously, this is an unfortunate accident that shouldn’t be particularly newsworthy because kids do dumb shit and die young all too frequently yet don’t make it to the 6 o’clock telecast. It strikes me that had she been white, we may never have heard about it. But the truth is that this isn’t about race at all. Rather, mom has created an environment in which it suddenly is rather than what is should be about. Which is responsibility.
While mom complains bitterly about the hotel’s tardy response to her pleadings, she never once acknowledges her daughter’s indiscretion. Recommendation to mom: Your daughter attended a party in a hotel room booked by a “friend” with a stolen credit card! Self-shot video (by one of the girls at the shindig) shows the participants drinking what I presume was an alcoholic concoction – and smoking weed. Clearly, no good could have come from the situation.
Hotel surveillance video establishes that your daughter was waaaay high. There is absolutely no evidence that any foul play was involved and every reason to believe that Kenneka simply walked into a freezer in her fucked up state and either didn’t or couldn’t get out. How is this the hotel’s fault?
Somehow I get the idea that mom is trying to turn this into a racist situation so she can collect a payday in the process. It’s deplorable. She’s about as responsible as her daughter. In a perfect (or better) world, she’d be raising the issue of underage drinking and using her daughter’s death as a prime example for why kids and their parents should be vigilant in their attempts to prevent any more untimely deaths. But no! She wants to blame the hotel. Like it’s their fault. It isn’t!
Before I go, a little context. I’ve looked at several Kenneka images in Google. Lots of selfies…many in provocative poses. Double D’s hangin’ out. Hat backwards…facial expression full of attitude. I’ve seen it all before. And we all know where. I invoke a country western lyric for youth of all races, nationalities and ethnicities who remind me of Kenneka. They’re on a roll – and it’s all uphill! And sometimes they reach the top and fall off the edge.