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I guess the older I become the more I become the victim of my own growing cynicism. I have always been the doubter. I never have automatically accepted anything at face value. I aways searched for a different meaning, a deeper, more thorough, more rationale explanation of things. But now, I just do not doubt everything, I just don’t believe in anything in anymore. I tend to doubt even that which I see with my own eyes, hear with my own ears or reason with my own sense of values. I have become the quintessential misanthropist. I trust not God nor mortal man. I don’t even trust myself anymore. Once I was the quixotic idealist; now I follow the darker side of the force. Sometimes I actually sound like a right-wing conservative.
In the most benign, I see conspiracy. In the innocuous, I see an immediate and real threat. In the benevolent I see blasphemy. Ugh. It is not the person I want to be. But it is the image I see reflected in the mirror.
So it was no great surprise when I burst out in anger when I recently read that Susan Klebold, the mother of Dylan Klebold of Columbine High School fame, had signed a contract to pen her autobiography. Just when I thought that I had seen every possible disgusting manifestation of corporate greed, the men and women of America’s Board Rooms take yet another step into the madness of squeezing yet another dollar of profit off of an American tragedy.
Although Ms. Klebold has assured us that all of her profits from her manuscript will be donated to various mental health organizations, one has to wonder what corporate America will do with their profits. Doesn’t this whole thing just smell of rotten fish or is my plunge into the dark side much deeper than I once thought. Is this (what I see as an)exploitation both pathetic and insulting?
To set the stage: Diane Klebold’s son Dylan, along with a friend, Eric Harris, went on a rampage on April 20, 1999. They stormed into their high school in Colorado firing guns and setting off explosive devices. When the smoke had cleared and after the two boys had taken their own lives, twelve students and one teacher at Columbine High School were dead. Twenty one other people were injured.
Now, almost fifteen years later, Ms. Klebold says she wants to confront the indescribable grief and shame that she has had to endure following the shooting.
So is this tell all book nothing but a catharsis for her? Is this book a way of dealing with her own demons? If so, what about the real victims of this senseless act of insanity? What about the families of those who died or were injured in the violent outburst of childhood aggression? What about their pain? Do they have to relive the memory one more time just to placate Ms. Klebold’s need to cleanse her soul?
I am surely not one who can judge anyone’s parenting skills nor can I nor do I want to pass judgement on Ms. Klebold; but simple logic would think that she, to some degree, is partly responsible for the events on that tragic day. I can sympathize with her for the pain, suffering and shame she has experienced. But does that give her the freedom to put herself out in front of the real victims of her son’s outburst.
I just don’t know; is this the dark side of me or is it just the fast fading common sense side of me?
Would love to hear your comments?
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