From Where I
Stand:
A Teenager's Voice from Inside the Culture of Death
On April 20, 1999, there was yet
another gruesome shooting in Littleton, Colorado. Kids killing
kids. And again, the entire nation in its uproar is trying to
figure out why. I am eighteen years old. I live in a small town
/near Madison, Wisconsin. 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 in
Littleton, Colorado, I heard something that struck a chord in me.
An anchorman was interviewing the mother of a victim in the
Jonesboro 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 teenager
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
1950's. 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) Mom
and Dad 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 has rung 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." |