It seems as if we are talking about some sort of horrific tragedy every couple of weeks now. It feels like we are fighting a losing battle. It’s appalling to what torturous and despicable measures some men will go to inflict hatred on their own kind.
The bombing at the Boston Marathon is another tragic event that has been added to the laundry list of devastation that has occurred in this country, and the world.
The days of feeling comfortable in everyday life seem a distant memory.
In the world we live in today, it has become second nature to question whether or not we should continue to do the things we enjoy and travel to places we love because of concern for our safety. Whether it’s a father and son heading out to a ball game, a mommy-daughter date at the mall or a family trip to New York City, people today can’t help but wonder if they’re jeopardizing their lives.
After each disaster, politicians, government heads and media folk continue to try and keep our spirits up, help us feel secure and promise justice for those involved in the heinous crimes we witness. “Continue to live your life,” has become an underlying slogan in America today.
How can we?
It’s understandable that the leaders of our country want their citizens to feel like they can attend a ball game, shop at the mall or visit a major American city. But isn’t this horrible nightmare that is replayed over and over again too much for people to forget?
As a boy, I remember taking many trips down US 31 to Indianapolis with my father, heading to Market Square Arena to watch the Indiana Pacers, and stars like Reggie Miller, Rik Smits and Jalen Rose play my favorite game in the world. I remember not being worried about explosions or gunmen, but my focus being on the game and maybe a second-quarter snow cone.
Now, I can’t help but wonder if I will be a victim in the next American tragedy anytime I go to watch a concert with my fiance, head to the movies with some friends or watch a ball game with my dad.
It disgusts me that I recognize that the safety of my friends and family runs through my thought process when they take part in normal, every day activities.
But do you know what disgusts me more? The fact that I am taking time out of my day, time that could be spent helping others and time that I could be enjoying life, to talk about the people behind all of this terror. It disgusts me that the national media focuses more attention on these events than instances when man shows his better half.
Maybe that’s why villains take part in these actions. Is it all for attention? I understand that, at this point, it is far too early to conclude what exactly happened on Patriot’s Day in downtown Boston. It’s too quick to know exactly what the motive was behind those actions, but a pattern does continue to manifest itself.
On occasions like Columbine High School, the Oklahoma City bombing, the Sandy Hook tragedy and now, the Boston Marathon, it appears the media is more focused on providing top quality coverage in order to “inform the nation” of what terrible things took place. Very little do you see a news station spend time on heart-warming, good will stories that provide faith in the human race.
We have become a society that is more interested in evil than good. Perhaps that’s the way it’s always been, it has just come to the forefront with the emergence of social media and the growth of television reporting.
To people seeking attention, it doesn’t matter how they obtain it. As long as they are being recognized for something, they love it. If it can be magnified on a national or international stage, all the better. One thing we must remember – both in mass media and for writers like myself – people who commit these outlandish crimes don’t care what you think about them, as long as you’re thinking about them.
With the continued, widespread availability of news, that is a very frightening thought.
There is no way of ever knowing if these ill-spirited actions are committed in order to gain fame. While I strongly believe that it does have something to do with it, I fully admit that I will never know. In fact, there are many things about this kind of stuff that I will never know, and I am fine with that.
I understand that we don’t live in the Garden of Eden and that things will never be perfect and I accept that. I know that no matter what we do, violence, crime and hatred will still live on this Earth in some way, shape or form. I do hope, however, that one day we can return to living our normal lives and not have to live in fear.
I hope that media contributors, myself included, will stop focusing so much on the negative and reinforce the positive.
I hope that one day I can remember what it was like to travel to Indianapolis with my father and watch the Pacers without a worry in the world.