I was just thinking about this issue again. Not the issue of gun control but the issue of the loner that snaps and shoots up a school and kills a bunch of people.
It’s always a boy.
He’s typically an adolescent or a young adult.
He’s typically a student.
He’s typically into video games.
He often has been bullied a bit . . . or a lot.
He’s never typically a kid with prior behaviour problems or any criminal record.
He’s never typically an urban kid.
He’s typically a middle-class suburbanite.
He’s typically white.
There’s something missing in the puzzle that no one talks about. I can’t remember who mentioned each specific point earlier, but something kind of clicked when I was thinking of this issue. Specifically, with respect to it being the quiet and non-social kids and them not being in the underprivileged strata of society.
This should seem odd, should it not? Wouldn’t reason and logic dictate that the person most apt to allow himself to break free from the ties of expectation and social obligation and wreak havoc by an act of vengeance and ultimate escape (suicide) would hail from the ghettos?
No. Not necessarily. And I think some of it might actually do with a complete inverse of this. I think that perhaps the more sheltered and “pussified” someone is, the more apt they are to do something like this.
Video games are not the be all end all causality of this epidemic. But it is key to note that video games give people a form of escape from their daily lives. For most of us, it’s just a minor recreation that passes an hour or two. But for others it is much more. It is an empowerment. It gives them a doorway into another world where they are no longer the oppressed but can be the oppressor. They get to be the man with the gun and those pixels on the screen that are being pumped full of pixel bullets and shooting pixel blood are not just pixels to such a player, but the object of their torment . . . the cause of their pain, their nemeses. And they get to see the scales of injustice tilted way in their own favor for once.
But that’s only part of the equation. Let’s again look at the urban versus the suburban. The ghetto versus the gated community. I think that the kids that commit these acts are really disconnected from true pain and true violence and the fact that they don’t have a frame of reference keeps them from grounding themselves in reality.
The kid that grows up in the crappiest part of Compton KNOWS what a gun does to a person. He’s seen his cousin come home from a night out shootin’ hoops with a hole in his thigh because he caught a bullet in a drive by. He may have seen his best friend get lowered into a grave at age 15. He’s seen a lot. And it was REAL.
These pasty suburban pussies have never seen real pain and never looked into the eyes of death. They have no frame of reference. And they don’t know the meaning of the word “survival” because they’ve never had to fight for something. They’re lost and meaningless.
Add a chemical imbalance (no matter how slight) and some unsecured guns in a closet to the mix and you got a recipe for chaos.
If you go back 100 years, most of our great grandparents probably had guns on their farms. They shot deer and turkeys and such. They had a respect for the weapons power to take life and taught this to their children. And they grew up hard and tough, busting their humps for a dollar and climbing their way to make a life for themselves.
Kids today (I’m speaking about the majority of white middle class brats) have everything handed to them on a silver platter. But there are some things that I believe they are being robbed of. And when you put your kid in so many helmets and pads and wrap him with foam and never let him feel the snap of an ankle or the scrape of knees on asphalt or let him taste the sweat of back breaking labor and then send him out into a pack of wolves . . . he’s gonna get eaten alive. And when he finds the drug of escape via video games and the high from wasting one’s enemies is the only source of pleasure there’s perhaps going to be a point where he just says, “Fuck it” . . .