World that cant bear children

Some people, like me in their thirties, say they won’t have children, even if they married. They say they couldn’t bear to bring children into the world, because the world has become so bad.

I used the think that attitude was incredibility selfish. Isn’t it the most wonderful thing in the world was to bring in a new life, and share in its blossoming and development?

Yet I now sense some of the empathy and depth of that position. Its only because I have children myself that I have been dumbfounded by the increasing hostility to children portrayed by the events that have unfolded in the media and emerged from Amstetten, Dewsbury, Praia de Luz, Liverpool, Glasgow, Dunblane.

It seems there is a pervasive disregard for young life. Could this mark a civilisation on the edge of collapse? Yet isn’t there the possibility that obscene events like this have happened throughout history? Fathers abusing daughters, uncles abusing nieces, children killing children?

So could it be that it’s the portrayal of it that’s the new unsettling dimension? Think of the Madeleine story. A year on, still headlines. Unprecedented apologies from tabloids for over a hundred fabricated stories. But isn’t that drive for stories itself driven by the demand for the freak show thrill of ‘true’ shocking sensational revelations? What does that say about our sick society?

The intensifying trend in recent years of news stories about cruelty and abuse to children, sometimes ending in murder, risks desensitising us to events are true, shocking and real. Yet they need to be heard however inexplicable, inexcusable and in the case of Amstetten, for so long, unsuspected, undetected, and unknown.