the boys were not really all that disturbed, they in fact laughed periodically throughout the videos as the girls sat there and cried
Please don't perpetuate this myth! Boys wouldn't cry because they are socially acclamated to NOT cry! That doesn't mean that these images wouldn't disturb the hell out of them. call it 'nervous laughter.'
Julie, your comments make me laugh! I find it interesting that because I used 'White Flight' as an example, you've decided I'm black, LOL!
Do you think I live in Compton? Don't be silly, I live in the burbs the same as you do. Do you think there's not any GOOD people living in the inner city? Out of a whole apartment building, just one or two families could ruin it for everyone!
My point was that YOU CAN'T AVOID TRAGEDY BY PRETENDING IT DOESN'T OR WON'T HAPPEN TO YOU. *NOT* that ANYONE, black or white, can be blamed for moving to the suburbs to escape much of the inner city crime
some neglected white kids taking out their anger on their schools has anything to do with the White Flight out of the cities after all the race riots.
NOT to turn this into a race topic, but do you really not see the hopelessness of these young criminals, black white or other? You mention race riots! Do you think ALL teenagers don't or can't see hypocrisy in the face of "You're ok for an Asian/Muslim/Spic/Black but I'm gonna make sure our real estate agent moves us into a red-lined neighborhood where everybody looks just like *ME*."
I wish EVERY child could grow up in peaceful oblivion in the burbs (Mom drives an Explorer and Dad golfs on Saturdays)and never have to face reality. Not gonna happen.
As far as blood and gore, the first time I saw remains of a dead body was when a classmate died. At the age of 16, he was riding in a pickup truck early one morning to go fishing with some buddies. A car rounded the corner, the driver had fallen asleep, and hit them head on. This was in the early 80's. No air bags, nothing. Frank died on his way to the hospital. My father took us to the junk yard where the car had been taken. The paramedics had amputated Frank's legs at the thigh in a vain effort to save him. His legs were still in the car, stuck.
I have NEVER driven while asleep. It made that much of an impact on me.
When I was a high school senior, the boy voted 'most handsome,' Mike Holtby, was in a drunk driving wreck with another classmate, Dennis Paxhia. Dennis died. Mike was burnt beyond recognition but managed to survive. Mike was one of the most popular kids in school.
My sister and I visited him in the burn/trauma unit. You could smell him down the hall. Oddly enough, being JW meant we were ostracised by the 'in' crowd, so I wasn't sure what to expect. He told us we were the only two kids from the whole school who came to visit him. I did not turn away from his burnt body.
My sister and I saw him a few years later, he told us how much he was touched that we were the only ones who ever came to visit him. It was like he died. Somehow, his friends from the 'in' crowd couldn't deal with the reality of trauma.
Oddly enough, I've never driven anywhere after drinking even one drink.
If the suffering of others is never more than a statistic on a page, a bit of light reading before going home to supper, where is the motivation going to come from to help these suffering people, and prevent things like the holocaust from happening again?
Dead on, Eman.
Lisa
PS I find it odd that some wouldn't allow their kids to see these things in a real life scenario, but I betcha these same 14 year olds have seen a million R-rated movies like Silence of the Lambs or Hannibal. Which is better, to be entertained by gore or to realize it's real, and it isn't funny. As for myself, I choose NOT to watch violent movies. Why should I want to be entertained by images of death? Real people are living real lives where there is no director poised to shout, "CUT!"
