Z2. A LITTLE CHILD WILL LEAD THEM (222)

A friend sent me this link – https://www.facebook.com/GovMattBevin/videos/1828469310786287/

A response by Kentucky Governor Bevin, centered around the gun control issue:

Gov. Bevin, in my opinion, made the central point that American culture has changed dramatically, and lists a number of changes he feels are related to the current school tragedies. One concern about rampant violence are video games. The article below was in today’s news: News and Observer, March 25, 2018: “Fortnite Battle Royal” has “…has emerged as the latest gaming sensation. It is about a zombie apocalypse triggered by an extinction-level-event storm.” Players “… try to be the last contestant standing….”

In 1948, a few culture changes back, we had no video games. In my PLAY IS WHERE LIFE IS, I described how issues were often settled:

“About this time we’d found Melvin Steele down near the Dan River. They lived in the bottoms, and Mel’s dad, Mutt, was a plumber. Not only that he was an amateur boxer and taught Mel how to fight. This aided our arsenal.
Fighting was part of the deal and I’d done my share. Being the preacher’s kid my dad got every report. He’d “strap” me for fighting, I’d whip Tuddy or somebody else the next day.
One day E.T. called me into his “study”, a room upstairs in the parsonage where he’d prepare sermons. This memory is very vivid. The study was blue, another Sunday school classroom was pink, one was yellow.
My dad sat with his back to me facing out the window, toward the garden.
The conversation went like this, “Son, you continue to get into fights. I’ve strapped you, grounded you, lectured you, and done everything I know. Today we change course.”
Whereupon he removed his big leather belt and off his shirt.
He turned and told me, “Now you hit me until I tell you to stop.” I couldn’t do it, I couldn’t hit my dad. He demanded, I cried. He demanded. I hit him. “Harder.” I hit him. “Harder.” This progressed until I could see red marks through my tears.
Finally he turned, took the strap, sat me down, and simply said, “…now you know how it feels for me to hit you.”
I didn’t stop fighting altogether after that, but most of what I did I justified as necessary. We solved lots of problems fighting; too bad guns and knives got added.
I missed the best fight however, having moved out of Madison in the sixth grade. I’ve
heard it was legendary, especially told by Billy. We used to call out foes by saying, “..I’ll meet you after school.” Often we did, Melvin called a school bully out, only to the school baseball field, and at lunch during a school day. It was a classic. Although the bully was older, tough, bigger, and willing, Mel knew via his dad, how to fight. It went on for thirty minutes, the whole lunch period, and was witnessed by almost all the students who were out in the field.
The principal’s office overlooked the field and as the crowd exited, the principal and many faculty could be seen looking out the window.
The bully never bothered anyone much after that, I was told.”
This was pre-integration.
A culture shift I witnessed came after 1954 (Brown vs Brown). I never attended an integrated school, high school, or college. Or, for that matter, graduate school. On the first road trip my team took, a team member made a racist comment. I sternly told him I would not tolerate that. However I noticed how he seemed he was justified, or right. And that period of college student (late 1960’s and early 70’s.) seemed a whole lot more angry about race than my friends and colleagues.
These kids, black and white, were on the initial battle lines of our most intense public education “culture change”. White kids contended “…you didn’t have your lunch money stripped from you. You could fight without being stabbed or gang banged. Your teachers and administrators had control of discipline–certainly not afraid of the students themselves.”
FEAR AND INTIMIDATION have a high success rate. Try the Mafia’s history. Threaten one’s children and you may get your way. No one suffered intimidation more than the black population of America. In David Halberstam’s THE CHILDREN he describes how young blacks realized they had to confront racism before they had children, having witnessed their parent’s fear of someone hurting their children and thus not being able to act.

So many of the “school shooters” fit a similar profile: Teenaged, white, male, not much parental foresight. Isn’t it logical to try to prevent this scenario?
Is this the algorithim we must better identify?
1. I can’t fight them
2. No one at school will help.
3. My parent(s) won’t do anything. Or don’t know how.
4. I’ll practice my videos and get good. Daydream of revenge.
5. I am great at this.
6. Somehow access to an assault weapon
7. “After tomorrow that son of a bitch will never scare me again. Nor will his buddies.”

At the same time I watched Gov. Bevin’s culture talk, the news was filled with the young people’s marches. My guess is Isaiah 11:6 may have more impact.

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