I posted this on my facebook page and in my blog this morning. It’s my reaction to current events, my rant and sadness. It’s something to think about. I spent a couple hours writing this so to those of you who take the time to read this… a big thanks. I wish that the material were of a happier nature. Please pray for all the lonely troubled souls in the world today.
21st century culture and society has become cruel and deadly playground ground for America’s children. It has become a culture of sex and death without conscience or remorse. Beyond the obvious evils of abortion which I have spent a great deal of my time these past 6 years working to expose, I have now seen something which my sense of injustice cannot let go, the death of little Hope Witsell, a 13 year old girl who died this past September 12, 2009. To begin, I believe we have become numb to a culture which has made pornographic every aspect our everyday existance. Images of the scantily clad human body, the lust filled angst of musical lyrics, voyeuristic reality television, and the exploitation of human sexuality, has become a booming industry. No longer the world of plain doored stores that once sold adult entertainment the pornography and adult entertainment world has exploded into every day life with the internet and now with the ubiquitous cell phone that no teen lives without. For adults like myself, the technologies themselves are a relatively new thing. They can seem foreign at times and their possibilities relatively unexplored. It’s a generational difference we take for granted.
For Hope Witsell and millions of other Americans in their early teens, we as adults must remember that there was never a time in their lives when these technologies did not exist. For Hope Witsell, whose life ended in pain, embarrassment, rejection and isolation, the world had only existed for her brief 13 years on earth. And now we who built and own this technological and cultural monstrosity are paying for the price of its creation with the deaths of impressionable and innocent children. Where else but in our society does a child conceive of the idea to send images of her bare breasts to a boy who she liked, only to have others share those images on the internet in webpages? Children do not devise these behaviors of their own imagination. They are bred into them by the adults who run this world. This horrible decision led to subsequent weeks and months of name calling and intimidation by fellow children for the intended purpse of further injuring this little girl. Lest we dismiss or marginalize bullying we should recall that names and words can either wound or heal as they are the very way in which we give name to our most profound thoughts both good and evil. Words mean things.
Hope’s last words in her journal were the following: “I’m done for sure now. I can feel it in my stomach. I’m going to try and strangle myself. I hope it works.” It did work. Hope’s mother entered her bedroom sometime later the night of September 12, 2009 to find her daughters body hanging by a scarf from the corner of her own bed. A nightmare for any parent, for any human person, beyond description. Hope was taken to a hospital where she was pronounced dead. My only sense of disbelief is that stories like this do not shock myself and others as they properly should. How many of these stories have we heard of or read about? Evil and cruelty are no longer things hidden in dark shadows in unsavory places. In fact these human injustices stand proudly in the broad light of day, in print, on the radio and running across the banners of 24 hour news services while society tries to diagnose, rationalize and cope. For the most part, we as strangers simply move on to conclude with the details that immediately concern ourselves. Our sense of society and fellow man, our ability to be compassionate and to suffer with our neighbor has been lost while news cycles simply become odd forms of entertainment.