Something has been on my mind for about the past month and considering a couple of stories that I have read in the past couple of days it has reached the point where I felt it was appropriate for me to write about it. Actually, appropriate probably isn't the right word. Necessary makes more sense to me. And by necessary I mean necessary for me to express my feelings on the matter, not necessary to or for anyone else (hope that phrasing didn't fracture your brain).
What has been on my mind the past month or so and especially the past couple of days have been the stories I have read or heard about which involve murder-suicide of an entire family and one story that was one of the more disturbing things that I have ever read about. I know, not rosy subjects and not subjects that many, if any, would want to talk about, but I think that these crimes have been occurring more often (or are being reported more often) and it has, again, been on my mind constantly in recent days.
Here are some of the stories I am talking about...
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/12/25/santa.shooting/
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/12/26/santa.shooting/
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/01/28/family.dead.california/index.html
http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/01/29/ohio.family.dead/index.html#cnnSTCText
If you've spent a reasonable amount of time around me you have probably noticed that I talk about a lot of things that really aren't important in the grand scheme of things (just like most people). What I'm talking about here are those casual everyday conversations about sports or a TV show like American Idol or a person like Paris Hilton; conversations that only have a surface. Most people have an opinion on those things, but most of the time these conversations turn into endless rants about things that don't really matter. These recent stories though, have really made me think about life as well as people. I understand that people die everyday. I understand that people are even murdered everyday. I understand that these things are bound to happen in the world we live in, but the outright senselessness of these incidents I don’t understand and it has really left me, well, a bit shaken.
I just don't understand how someone could think that their life is going bad enough that their ultimate solution to their strife is to not only kill themselves, but to also think that it is necessary to kill their spouse as well as their children. The whole thing is just really shocking and unsettling to me.
A few days ago a married couple that had just been fired from their jobs a few weeks earlier decided that their situation in life was at such a low point that they thought it would be best if the husband would shoot and kill his wife and their five kids (ages 8, 5, 5, 2, 2) before shooting and killing himself. A fax that he sent to a local TV station read, “after a horrendous ordeal, my wife felt it better to end our lives; and why leave our children in someone else's hands ... we have no job and 5 children under 8 years with no place to go. So here we are." I don’t understand how two people could possibly think that ending the lives of their entire family was their best course of action. I simply don’t understand.
One thing that has made a connection with me while these stories have been on my mind is the film that won Best Picture at the Oscar’s last year, No Country for Old Men. The first lines and opening narration in the film somewhat connect with my feelings about these recent stories and are spoken by Ed Tom Bell (Tommy Lee Jones)...
“I was sheriff of this county when I was twenty-five years old. Hard to believe. My grandfather was a lawman; father too. Me and him was sheriffs at the same time; him up in Plano and me out here. I think he's pretty proud of that. I know I was. Some of the old time sheriffs never even wore a gun. A lotta folks find that hard to believe. Jim Scarborough'd never carry one; that's the younger Jim. Gaston Boykins wouldn't wear one up in Camanche County. I always liked to hear about the oldtimers. Never missed a chance to do so. You can't help but compare yourself against the oldtimers. Can't help but wonder how theyd've operated these times. There was this boy I sent to the 'lectric chair at Huntsville Hill here a while back. My arrest and my testimony. He killt a fourteen-year-old girl. Papers said it was a crime of passion but he told me there wasn't any passion to it. Told me that he'd been planning to kill somebody for about as long as he could remember. Said that if they turned him out he'd do it again. Said he knew he was going to hell. "Be there in about fifteen minutes". I don't know what to make of that. I sure don't. The crime you see now, it's hard to even take its measure. It's not that I'm afraid of it. I always knew you had to be willing to die to even do this job. But, I don't want to push my chips forward and go out and meet something I don't understand. A man would have to put his soul at hazard. He'd have to say, "O.K., I'll be part of this world."
Again, none of what I wrote is directed at anyone else necessarily. It can if you want it to be, but I didn't intend for it to be. I just needed to write this because it has really been on my mind recently.
