And Another Thing About Virginia Tech
In my last post I mentioned that no one would be talking about the continuing tragedy that is Iraq in the context of mourning the students of Virginia Tech. I'm about to.
The other night, an impromptu candlelight vigil was held, while it was still daylight, outside of the Central Campus Apartments. Near-constant intercom barrages urged those of us who live there to attend, informing us that there were 'THREE MINUTES' or some such ridiculous number until it would begin. A more official, well-planned vigil is being scheduled for Monday, April 23 (see the front page of Red Skies) but I have to say that it, like other such public demonstrations of grief, is largely a meaningless gesture.
Christianity, a religious tendency to which I no longer belong but I imagine many of the people who will attend the vigil consider themselves at least nominally members of, does well to teach us (in its Biblical form) that the sort of display that will take place on Monday is empty, an exercise by each individual there to sublimate themselves to the mass of supposed mourning rather than reflecting privately within their own conscience and consciousness. Quoth Jesus: 'And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street corners to be seen by men....But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Father, who is unseen.' (Matthew 6:5-6, NIV). Excellent commentary on some aspects of human nature, there. Most go to a vigil, one for people they didn't know, in order to show others that they are a good person because they care. While all college students feel a particular pain at what took place, the supposed need to halt our daily lives for such a ceremony is exploitative and amnesiac— indeed, it is almost sociopathic, revealing a massive blind spot in the eye of the public.
A great many Americans, whether they know it or not, are subconsciously counting their figures in a terrible calculus, continuing to labour under the delusion that 'the troops' are dying for their country, or nobly, or for some good reason, and that the students at Virginia Tech were gunned down senselessly— in short, that a loss of innocence has occurred. In truth, the students whose lives were ended by a mad gunman are a domestic echo of the plight of young soldiers (you know, the ones who didn't go to college) dying under similar circumstances at the same stage of life in the Middle East, either losing their lives or becoming mad gunmen themselves; they slaughter and are slaughtered, transacting the sinister business of war. On April 16th, the victims died needlessly, but people need to wake up and realise that many more have been dying for absolutely no reason on many many days. We don't stop for them, we just get magnets for our cars and talk about war funding, mouthing empty slogans of support, or else try not to think about it at all (which is what we do in regard to the Iraqis themselves). If we kept stopping for all of those deaths, we wouldn't be able to move at all, and part of us knows it. We mourn for what happens in closer proximity to us because the consideration of it is harder to avoid, but that doesn't make us right.