For our family, Christmas was merry. What kind of Christmas and holiday celebrations were going on in Newtown, Ct., I dared to wonder. Was spiritual belief obliterated for some, and for others, somehow strengthened? My own fear and grief does not allow my mind to query such thoughts for long.
Aghast, we Americans trod the swamps of boot sucking, slimy, slippery shock, disbelief, horror, grief and perhaps shame again. As Coloradoans this swamp remains familiar, and the stench has not changed from one incident to another.
Yet, for Christmas, my grandchildren were given some sort of violent video game that entertained them for hours. After each round, they came over and solidly socked the grandma they adore, on the arm. I mentioned why I did not like any of the above, and they understood I was against violence. That seemed odd to them.
I watched their little selves being inculcated with a numbness for violence while creating a passion. Now I wonder, again, when will our minds wake up to the fact that we "grow" violence in our children. Along with many other social factors, slaughters of the innocent continue in a culture that sells violence to the young.
The wake-up calls are grueling for all of us. Let's get on with it.