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A teen's view from inside culture of death
Posted By -NO AUTHOR- On 05/05/1999 @ 1:00 am In Commentary | Comments Disabled
Last month, the nation was subject to yet another gruesome shooting,
this time in Littleton, Colo. Kids killing kids. And again, the entire
nation in its uproar is trying to figure out why.
I am 18 years old. I live in a small town near Madison, Wis. — a
small town just like the ones where these horrifying shootings always
seem to take place. Every time those stories come on the television, I
can’t help but notice how easily it could be my small town next. And I
want to know why this is happening just as badly as any parent or police
chief or anchorman.
The thing is, I am right in the middle of it. I am in the same age
group as all of these high school kids. So I may have some insight for
the world that has been otherwise unattainable since these shootings
started some years ago.
The night of the Littleton shooting, as I was flipping through the
various news channels that were covering the story, I heard something
that struck a chord in me.
An anchorman was interviewing the mother of a victim in the
Jonesboro, Ark., shooting. His question was: “If you look at America in
the 1950′s, you will find that this kind of thing never happened;
whereas if you look at America today, this kind of thing is becoming
more and more frequent. Why do you think this is happening?”
The woman, of course, could not answer the question. In fact, she
didn’t really even try. But I did. I thought about it for a long time
that night. And again the next morning, when my favorite morning radio
talk show asked its listeners why they thought this has been happening.
Many people said it’s the parents of the kids. Many people suggested
television and video games. Many people even turned to popular
musicians, looking to put the blame somewhere.
But I will tell you what I think it is. What I, a regular teen-ager
riding on the coattails of Generation X, blame it on. It is not the
parents or the movies or the rock stars. It is AMERICA. It is this
culture of death, this culture in which liberals and feminists and
activists are so anxious to let anything be “OK” that the once
tightened, knotted rope of society is unraveling right beneath us.
Don’t you see? There can be no order without discipline. All of those
things people think are causing children to run into a school and shoot
their teachers and peers and even kids they don’t know — the movies,
the video games, the parents, the rap artists — they are only
REFLECTIONS of our society. Society breaks down, from one big metaphoric
“family” into 50 metaphoric “families” and so on and so on, until you
have the actual FAMILY, the one with the parents and the kids and the
dog. It is not one thing or two things; it is the attitude of an entire
“familiar” nation being reflected back at us in the kids.
Just as that anchorman suggested, something was different about the
1950s. WE WERE CONSERVATIVE. We had boundaries; we had a definite
knowledge of right and wrong throughout the entire nation. We didn’t
have feminists pushing women so hard to go get a job that a woman who
didn’t have a job was somehow “bad,” thereby leaving kids at home with
inadequate parental guidance and often times with parents who were truly
unhappy. We didn’t have liberals fighting so avidly to legalize
everything that it was at the point of completely blurring the line
between good and bad. We didn’t have a nationwide media surge dedicated
to sex and violence so intense that if you weren’t playing killing video
games at age 14, then you were trying to choose between contraceptives
beforehand or abortion afterwards. We didn’t have disputes over whether
or not we should help someone who is dying die sooner — over whether or
not we should ASSIST them in committing SUICIDE. And we certainly didn’t
have a president who was in favor of NATO bombing and killing children
in Serbia come on the television to grieve the loss for the families of
children killed in America.
We live in a loosely tied society, a culture dedicated to death. If
you don’t want the kid, kill it. If you don’t want to live out the rest
of your God-given days, kill yourself. Or better yet, have someone else
come help you do it. I guess, no matter how horrible or gruesome or gut
wrenching it may be, it was just a matter of time before someone got
that “killing-as-a-means-to-an-end” idea stuck in their head for the
part between birth and death as well. Everything that happens in
families and cities and states and countries is the mirror image of the
big picture. We are falling apart as a society.
Am I — some random normal teenager in Farmertown, U.S.A. — the only
one who sees that? It’s sad and it’s hard to believe, but what’s worse
is that it’s scary.
I think it’s time for our — America’s — parents to ground us to
say, “If you don’t shape up by the time I count to three. …” And then
really count to three. Because we are running wild and pretty soon we’re
going to be too far from home to ever get back.
There was once a great saying by a famous man that continues to ring
true throughout the history of mankind — in every family and in every
society and in every social group and in every religion — it was a
frighteningly true statement that cannot be disputed. I am reminded of
it now, in the wake of yet another indescribably tormenting result of a
nation gone haywire. …
“By their fruits you shall know them.”
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