First of all, I apologise for the negative, melancholic even, tone of this blog lately (well it is Good Friday, isn’t it). Anyway, if I have any readers left at all, all I can say is sorry, I think the Sophie Lancaster case and the Iraq anniversary have really got to me. Normal service will be returned soon. In the meantime – I’ve started so I might as well finish singing my blues . . .
Last week I started a conversation with my friend at work about the increase in teen violence. I was thinking in particular about the murder of Sophie Lancaster. I was furious, utterly dismayed and very surprised when my friend’s response was . . . shit happens.
Yes it does. And when we hear about these attacks we feel saddened for a minute or two then we shrug and get on with our lives. And of course, we do need to get on with our lives. We can’t dwell on the woes of the world all the time.
But when it reaches a point at which we are so de-sensitised to the hatred . . . when we just accept these things as an inevitable part of our society . . . when we stop being outraged by such cruel and gratuitous acts of violence just because shit happens, that’s when we stop caring. And when we stop caring, they’ve won.
See the dehumanisation of the innocent
Hear the cries of the desolate
See the tears of the exploited
Hear the sighs of the weary
Sense the fear of the abused
Hear the wails of the torture chambers
Feel the anguish of the refugee camps
Sense the shock and hurt of the defenceless victim
Feel the pain of the killing fields
Heal the sorrow of the unloved child
See the smug arrogance of the leaders and the perpetrators
See it and be outraged. Because while there is outrage, there is the will to beat it.