I just finished reading this article talking about the creation of bullet-proof blankets for children at school. I applaud the creator for thinking of, and making, something that can provide even a modicum of safety and security for our young people, but it deeply saddens me that such an idea was even contemplated in the first place.
It saddens me that our society is so drenched in violence that people are completely desensitized to it. It saddens me that we have allowed it to happen. We condone it every day, either actively or passively. We glorify it rather than reflect and learn from it so that it doesn’t happen again. We memorialize violent acts through memorializing the victims rather than doing anything to ensure, or even partially prevent, such acts from ever occurring again. And it keeps happening more and more and more.
Apparently, such thinking is considered naïve and unrealistic. I mean, how does anyone think that all violence can be stopped? It’s impossible. Violence is going to occur. It is going to happen, so why try to stop it? Kind of reminds me of a phrase I heard after two boys got into a fight, “oh well, boys will be boys.” This coming from the father of one of the boys. This. This is part of the problem, but only part, but it does get us closer to the source, but that comes later.
Through our actions and words we advocate violence as a method of solving problems, or better yet, eliminating them. We do not deal with it. We beat it into submission until it goes away or erase issues from our consciouses altogether.
Think about this. No war has ever ended because the ones doing the fighting ran out of bullets or bombs. Wars are ended at tables or desks, and with pen, paper and discussion.
Violence tends to come about because someone wants something they feel they cannot get through other means, or, maybe, the perpetrators of violence believe it to be the most effective, or easiest, means with which to obtain what it is they desire.
My brother and I are two years apart in age. I am the older. He, the younger. We fought all the time, and it was usually because one of us had something, or was doing something, the other wanted or wanted to do. When the one doing would not give, shouting typically ensued. Then when the yelling did nothing, pushing, shoving, grabbing, arm twisting, and punching started. Sometimes it was effective. Most of the time, however, not so much. What usually happened was that the parents would intervene and we were both denied, so we both lost. Violence accomplished nothing.
We are better than the violence we see or read about everyday. We are put together with minds that understand compassion, that have empathy. We have minds that are capable of understanding and working through issues in a nonviolent manner. Such is much more challenging than escalating to violence. Challenges that require constant work do not bode well for a society that craves instant gratification. We are willing to work ourselves to the bone in order to obtain what we want or need materially. Adults get in fist fights while Christmas shopping, think about that, too. Yet, when it comes to being better humans or being more humane, “ain’t nobody got time for that.” Do you think we have a problem yet?
We are better than the violence that people protect themselves from everyday. Some carry a firearm with them everywhere they go. What does that say about a society when, number one, one feels that in order to feel safe going to the grocery store they have to be packing a pistol, or number two, that such would even be condoned? What does it say about a society in which an individual develops bullet-proof blankets in the hopes that they will save children’s lives at school? What does it say about a society that even considers arming teachers or other school faculty and staff to provide security at a school? What does it say about a society that attempts to solve problems by throwing possible solutions at the symptoms of the issue rather than the source? It’s kind of like trying to cure strep throat by placing a cool cloth on a fevered forehead.
What is the source? Where does the violence come from? Does it come from within? Or from without?
I have my ideas, most of which lie within society itself, but I am sure it is not that simple. Most of the ideas that I have are simply symptoms, but maybe not. As I said before, we glorify violence. We watch it on television. Often times some pay extra to watch human beings beat one another senseless for money. People promote this. People participate in it, and people pay to watch it. Name another species of animal on the planet that does this. Sure, there is violence within other parts of the animal kingdom. There are challenges for dominion and killing done for the purposes of survival. We, on the other hand, have forward thinking, intellect, and reason. We can see, process, and understand the consequences of our actions. Such sets us apart from what we see on Animal Planet or the Discovery Channel. I mean, if they show documentaries anymore besides Shark Week.
The violence that I am thinking about is not only gun violence. We are surrounded by violence of all kinds. People are killed by violent people with guns, knives, or bare hands to name a few tools. Some tools make it easier to kill than other ones. Some tools were made specifically for the purpose of unleashing death. Some tools are misused and become harbingers of death. This is a hotly contested debate that only attempts to control a symptom of the problem and not the problem itself.
People kill or beat out of perceived necessity, desire, or fear. People commit violence due to a lack of understanding and/or compassion for those that live lives in a different way. People kill or harm in order to defend the ones they love and what is theirs. People kill out of anger. People kill or commit violence because of a lack of empathy toward fellow human beings.
Earlier, I wrote of what saddens me about all of this, but here is what saddens me the most…
Some, many maybe, will read this post and scoff. They will consider it naïve, immature, idealistic, and unrealistic. The response will be that violence cannot be ended. There has always been violence. There will always be violence. There are violent people in the world. There is nothing that can be done about that.
We will quit before we even get started. It will end before it begins. The idea will fail before even having the opportunity to succeed.
There is a quote from one of Noam Chomsky’s most recent books, Hopes and Prospects, I particularly enjoy, and I think it bears stating here:
“Historical amnesia is a dangerous phenomenon, not only because it undermines moral and intellectual integrity, but also because it lays the groundwork for crimes that lie ahead.”
Essentially, what we do not remember or learn from our history, we are doomed to repeat it. As our society continues to disconnect from one another, the human connections we are possible of establishing and maintaining will continue to wither. Rather than being seen as people, we will see each other as small square profile pictures with little thought or regard toward the person within the photo; lacking the compassion or understanding to even attempt to see their struggles or feelings or their hopes and dreams.
What makes us human and separates us from the rest of the world is that we have this conscious choice. We can choose to be empathetic, compassionate, and understanding people; or we can choose to ignore this gift we have. Some say it is God given. Some say it is simply an evolution of animal psychology. That does not matter here. Whether it is given to us by God or by Nature, it is being thrown away with little regard for the consequences that we can more than easily see every single time another human being is murdered or beaten or raped by another human being.
We are supposed to be a civil species at either the pinnacle of evolution or made distinctly in God’s image. You choose your belief. I personally believe that we are failing on both counts, and the continued violence and glorification and justification, either active or passive, of it is a perfect and sad illustration of that failure.