Skip to main content

Where the Killers Come From

Recent teen suicides in Howard County have prompted soul-searching, heartbreak, and anger.  How can this be happening to our children?  What kind of a culture do we have that proves so toxic to our adolescent children? Where do bullies come from? Why?

Why?

I can't answer why, but I think I know where.

I recently got involved in a war of words on the Hoco Blog Tales of Two Cities. I took issue with the following comment:

 "Yup. And remember, the HCEA (Howard County Education Association) cares about one thing: its members. Don't let them try to convince you that they give a crap about education or students. They're all about the $."

I found it to be "rude, ill-informed, and sadly out-of place."  Rude--teachers don't give a crap; ill-informed--they only care about the money; sadly out-of-place--because it didn't promote open-minded exchange of ideas. Well, then the avalanche began. It was as though I had asked the heavens to open and pee on the whole Choose Civility movement. 

Now, I am an adult, and I expressed my opinion in an open forum. I'm a big girl, and I made a choice. I could have held my tongue if I feared the consequences.

But that is just the problem--today, especially on the internet, we have to be afraid. Because there are bullies out there who use any expression, employ any technique to rip you to shreds if you disagree. Or even if you oppose meanness and bullying.

These people, every day, are creating and perpetuating a world that is to be feared. And what they write is read by others. And modeled by others.

And these people may have children who learn to share their methods, and their values.

When thoughtful people stand by while another gets eviscerated, they are a part of the torment.
And yet they do--we do--because we are afraid. Because we don't want to get involved. Because we think it's not really our cause to fight.  Sound familiar? It would to our teens.

"By their fruits ye shall know them."  Oh, we know them.

Now what?

hocoblogs@@@

Comments

  1. Excellent post as usual!! I understand completely the idea of not getting involved, so as not to get ripped as well. I am guilty of this from time-to-time as well. Somedays, I just cannot stomach the poor behavior of some posters, particularly the anonymous as they have nothing to loose. I will not post Anonymously because I think it hurts the civility of the discussion. I don't talk to someone thru a solid wall because I want to know who I am talking to, I am engaging, and sharing, not tossing over the wall. I am sorry you had a bad experiece and continue to Post on. You are my hero for the day!!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Al--I enjoy seeing your name come up as you comment around the blogosphere, because I know that what you say will be thoughtful, courteous, and fun to read. Your voice is a valuable one. Write on!

      Delete
  2. Whenever people try to boil down politics into blurbs - "The Union blackmailed its members into voting" - they are trying to create fear. There was a great Outlook column in last week's Sunday WaPo about how conservative people are much more likely to believe outright categoricals more strongly than more liberal people. Fear plays into that psyche as well, as liberals are typically better with change. Conservatives fear change, thus using scare tactics is a more common technique & more appealing to their already existing base.

    And I think calling out somebody as rude & uninformed is not rude...you're merely asking them to contribute more discussion points.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Thank you for highlighting the issue of fear-mongering. So, so true. It's been a rough week for me on that score, as you might imagine. Thank you for your intelligence and forthrightness--I'm a fan.

      Delete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Teacher Gifts

Today is the last day of school before the Winter Break. It’s a good time to remember the far-reaching nature of our public school system. You may not have children. You may have sent your children to independent schools. It matters not. You will be impacted one way or another. Yesterday I read a long thread on Facebook about several waves of illness in the schools right now. There’s influenza A and norovirus, I believe. And of course there’s COVID. Apparently in some individual schools the rate of illness is high enough for school admin to notify parents.  When I was little the acceptable holiday gift for a teacher was one of those lovely floral handkerchief squares. (I don’t know what it was for male teachers. They were rare in my elementary years.) These days the range of teacher gifts is wider and I have fond memories of Target gift cards which I have written about before. I think it’s safe to say that giving one’s teacher Influenza, norovirus, or COVID is not the ideal holiday...

They Can Wait

This is not a typical Saturday post. That’s because, in my community, it’s not a typical Saturday.  Oakland Mills High School, after years of deferred repair, needs massive renovation. It’s pretty simple: when you don’t fix a problem it gets bigger. The school system itself said the the OMHS school building was  "no longer conducive to learning" back in 2018.  2018 .  But Thursday the Boad of Education voted to push it out of the lineup of important projects which will be given the go-ahead to proceed soonest.  In my opinion it’s a terrible decision and sets a dangerous precedent. To explain, here’s the advocacy letter I sent in support of Oakland Mills High School. I was rather proud of it. I am writing to ask you to proceed with needed renovation at Oakland Mills High School in the most timely and comprehensive manner humanly possible. I have read the letter sent to you by the Oakland Mills Community Association and I am in complete agreement. You are extremel...

Columbia Chance Connection

  Last night, as my husband and I were about to sit down to dinner, our front door swung open and a cheery voice announced, “I’m ba—ack!”  We weren’t expecting anyone. Clearly the only people who’d walk right in to our house would be one of our offspring. I had my reading glasses on so I wasn’t seeing too clearly. It seemed too tall for our youngest, but we knew our eldest was at work. I took off my glasses to see a friendly but confused face scanning our living room. When her gaze landed on us we all had a sudden realization. We didn’t know eachother. “Oh I’m so sorry! I’m in the wrong house! My daughter just moved in and she needed hooks for the kitchen so I ran out to get them.” She waved the package. “All these houses look the same and I don’t know the neighborhood yet. I thought this was my daughter’s house.” We were all getting a bit giggly. “That’s okay. For a quick second we thought you were our daughter,” said my husband. I told her our names and said she should defin...