This is the second post in my 30-day blogging challenge. I thought I would be writing more about why I’m doing this personal challenge and extend an invitation for others to join me.
But I’ve just read that Daniel Christie has died – yet another victim of an unprovoked and needless king hit. And now as this news fills my head, I can’t write about anything else.
God bless his poor family. A senseless, stupid, ridiculous, heart breaking loss. My adjectives feel tripe. How do you find words to describe the hell they must be going through? My thoughts are with them. Again, these words don’t mean enough. I wish I could find the right words. But I can’t. Nobody can.
This stuff gets to my very core. Probably because I have a son. Definitely because I abhor violence. Ever since I was a child, violence has sickened and frightened me. At school if the call of ‘fight, fight, fight’ went out I would run in the opposite direction, shivering.
I never understood why the other kids would jostle to get to the front row, letting out gasps and cheers with each bloody blow. I couldn’t watch it. And if I did, it would leave me feeling shaken and sick.
What drives a person to want to hurt another? Does it bring them pleasure? A feeling of dominance and control? And what drives people to want to watch? Is it simply a pack mentality? A ‘mass desire’ that fuels multimillion dollar sporting events. Boxing – where the objective is to hurt your opponent. I don’t get it. I never will.
I realise alcohol and drugs have a role to play. But I don’t think changing our attitude to booze and drugs is enough.
We need to take a long hard look at the way we as a society tolerate and glamorise violence. From telling our boys to ‘man-up’, to celebrating those hideous on-pitch ‘biffs’ in major sporting events. Actually, no. Not just major sporting events. Any sporting event. It’s time to stamp it out.
Last week I wrote an article for The Hoopla about how children role-playing violence makes me feel uncomfortable. How the term ‘boys will be boys’ gives me the irits because I worry it enables us to tolerate behaviour that could too easily tip into violence.
For some my views were ‘extreme’. And if they are, so be it. But as I sit here contemplating what poor Daniel Christie’s family must be enduring, I truly believe it’s time we pushed the boundaries when it comes to our thinking around violence.
As I said at the top of this post, I’ve embarked on a 30-day blogging challenge. I had planned to put the call out for others to link their own daily posts in this piece, but under this post just doesn’t feel appropriate. I will blog separately about this later tonight.
But for now my words are for a boy I don’t know. But a boy I think every single one of us should know and never forget.