I’ve debated blogging about this for a while, but I have to get it out of my head. That’s how this blog thing works for me so apologies in advance for continuing to be depressing.
I think we live in a world where we know too much. I think the theory is that if we don’t question everything and have access to everything then people, read government, will keep more things from us. I know we have a right to know everything, but there are just some things I don’t want to know. And I’m looking directly at you, Al Roker, you know what you did.
I live in Aurora, Colorado. You used to have to tell people it’s a suburb of Denver, but based on last summer’s movie theater shooting, we don’t have to explain where it is anymore. In fact, when I took Sunshine to visit a college a few weeks ago and they asked where everyone was from, the group got silent when Sunshine said she was from Aurora. Then the tour guide asked her if she knew anyone who was hurt in the theater. We didn’t, thank God.
Last summer the night of the shooting, I was up late and a bulletin came over MSNBC that there was a shooting at a theater in Aurora. There are very few theaters in Aurora. I read what news they knew and then got up early to wake up Sunshine. One of her best friends worked there, but because the midnight showing there was sold out, their manager made the workers who were off go to another theater to watch it, that’s where her friend was.
And I’m not one of those people who knew everyone there or was going to be there or even knew someone who knew someone, you know those people, right? In fact, to be perfectly honest, even though it is located less than three miles from my house, it was never my preferred theater. I’ve been there, of course, but it’s by the mall, which means there were always a lot of teens with little to no adult supervision. I have even been known to call it sketchy in the past, however, I also saw Twilight there…..twice.
I would also never go to a Batman movie. I apologize to all
geeks fans out there, but after the Heath Ledger one that was so incredibly violent, it’s just not my thing. And maybe someone can tell me why it’s rated PG-13. Not that it would have stopped anything, I’m just curious. Is it because they only say the F word one time? I just know that in my old age with arthritis in my knees, I’ve gotten very sensitive to violence in movies and on TV. It just seems to have gotten so gratuitous; and if you know me, you know I don’t censor much.
So before I get off track, I was reading an article on MSNBC. It’s not necessarily a preferred news source, they just have an app and I usually read down the headlines. And I do want to know things, but the kind of things I want to know are the things we’ll probably never know. I want to know why, just why. Not that why will “fix” anything or make anything make sense because none of it makes sense; not the theater, not Sandy Hook, not any of it.
The preliminary trial has started and I was reading testimony from the first responder, and while I know he had to be graphic in his testimony of what he saw and the details of the scene, I also know MSNBC had a choice on how graphic to be in their article. My heart broke for any family or friends of the names mentioned and the circumstances in which they were talked about. I wondered how I would feel if those were my family members. Would I want to know every single horrifying detail? Would I want to hear about the very specific and graphic suffering six months later and then have to live with the knowing every single day of my life? I didn’t know anyone and I want to go back to a time when I didn’t know so much.
My friend Heather (holla!) requested a funny blog for the next one and I promise I’ll be back to a tap dancing clown in a few days when I’m out of this funk, but that article has been haunting me all day. And yes, of course, it’s my fault for reading it as it’s your fault for reading this, but do news organizations have any sense of moral obligation….that’s not what I’m trying to say, and I’m not talking about censoring, I’m talking about sensitivity. And again, thank GOD I’m not reading about my family and friends, but it’s someone’s family and friends. That’s someone’s daughter or son that they’re reporting their graphic injury and information.
And that brings me to this. I wrote Monday of this week about my friend who lost her daughter before Christmas. It was in a car accident and it was in the paper. I’m linking to her blog so you can see how she felt when the news outlets reported too much. All Things Soup
Just a tad off track but back to Batman, if you watch Hitchcock you’ll know that Psycho was the scariest movie made at the time. But to watch it now, it doesn’t have that scare factor because we’re desensitized. Where does it stop? The mayor of Detroit said murders were up over the last decade because people had lost respect for life. And while looking for that article, I just clicked on my “trusted” news source only to be inundated with 911 calls I will never hear and a picture of a little girl whose family will never get back, and my heart breaks a little more.