A/N: You know how I said that Two-Bit was hard to write for? Well, so is Ponyboy. But I had to give this a shot; I thought it might be interesting. –shrugs- I dunno. Hope you all like it!
Disc.: Saaaame.
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Dear Officers,
I'm going to be polite about this, because of who you are. I'll try to be, anyways. Even though I know you never took the time out to be polite to us, I figure I should try. I guess that's just another difference between us.
I don't like writing things like this, because I don't like being mean. I may be a greaser, but I don't know…I'm just don't like hurting people for kicks. It gives me a kind of sick feeling, you know, the kind that just kind of sits in your stomach. I don't like that feeling. But I get that feeling every time I think about this, so I figure that I should write it out, since that's what I'm best at. Maybe it will make me feel better. So I'll start from the beginning.
You guys have never liked us. You all think that us greasers are just JDs and hoods who like to cause trouble. So you never cared when you hauled any of us in. Just another hood off the street, right? But I never really hated you all for that…sometimes I could even understand it. Some of us do make a lot of trouble. But what you did two months ago made me hate you a lot. I got that sick feeling and everything. You killed one of my friends.
Dallas Winston. I know you know who I'm talking about; you have a record on him about a mile long. You hauled him in for just about everything if you didn't already have a guy. Dally was your scapegoat. You can't deny that, because there was one time when someone was breaking windows down at the school, and you immediately arrested Dally. He didn't say anything, but it wasn't him. I knew the guy who did it, and he was there when you hauled Dally in. Shouldn't you have noticed that the guy had a cut on his hand and Dally didn't? Or did you just not care, because you were so willing to believe that it was Dallas? It was the second one, right? Well, you don't have a scapegoat anymore. You killed him. And I had to watch it happen.
He robbed a grocery store. We all knew that, and we also knew that it wasn't nearly as bad as I'm sure you all tried to make it sound. His heater- sorry, gun, wasn't even loaded. But you all didn't seem to care. You just shot him down like it was nothing. And you had so many guys shooting, too. Wasn't the first shot enough? Did you really have to shoot him that many times? No. I don't think you did. I don't think you needed to shoot him at all; he was a wreck that night. The only person he ever cared about, and my best friend, had just died. His gun wasn't loaded when he robbed the store, or when he pointed it at you guys. I know that if Dally had been a Soc, you would've found a way not to shoot him. But Dally was just a hood to you guys.
That's why I hate you. I hate you because you all can't even keep up with what's right and what's wrong. Maybe you were just doing your job. But still, I have this feeling that if Dally had been one of the nice looking kids with rich parents, than you wouldn't have shot at him. And isn't your motto something like 'to protect and serve'? Who were you protecting when you shot a seventeen year old kid? Who were you serving? I don't understand it.
I can't send this letter. I've just decided that. You probably wouldn't read it anyways, and if you did, it'd probably just annoy you anyways. You wouldn't care, or understand it. You would say something like 'This kid is so stupid, we were just doing our jobs'. And so I can't ever send this. I can't ever tell you all that I hate you, because it wouldn't matter. Besides, I don't like hurting people's feelings. And this could hurt someone, so I won't send it. I don't like hurting people. Maybe that's another difference between all of you and me.
Sincerely,
Ponyboy Curtis
