People have an insatiable appetite for violence. They will sit through films that depict murder, rape and torture with vile accuracy. In fact, the percentage of the film going public viewing and gorging on this shit is increasing which means that human beings are dangerously close to losing their sense of the gravity of cruelty as it is dished out to innocent people. How like human beings to sit through gore and suffering on film, then discuss it for days via social networking sites: “Oh, did you see the new Tarantino movie? It was awesome!” However, when faced with the horror of those they know, they fall silent, suddenly and inexplicably restrained from expressing anything of worth regarding what they have seen/read. I mention this because it happened to me when I posted the following news link on facebook: The Shack
I was surprised, not by who acknowledged my post, but by who didn’t. When the suffering and experience of someone you know is not as relevent to you as a fucking Hollywood film, you keep that person isolated and set apart. Not only does the experience of having been the victim of a violent crime leave you feeling fragmented and a shadow of your former self but instantly you are transformed into an outsider who can no longer grasp normalcy or relate to others. You are now defined by memories that alter who you are forever.
Thanks to a handful of people and their non reaction, I have a newfound acceptance that is surprisingly healing in its own way. I will keep looking in from the outside but this time when I peer through that window I won’t be entertainingg the envy of your safe lives and nightmare free sleeping because I can still cry for others who are not me and who have had it worse. In 2002 I was beaten in the driveway of this shack and my child abducted. In October of 2012 the brother of the violent bastard who abused us, was murdered in that same shack. I would say something clever about history, sick families, apathy and repetition but I think I’ll pass.