The Inevitability of Violence

This particular blog post will be a little more specific and deal with only one subject unlike many of my other posts.  Something has been on my mind recently and I really want to spend some time thinking about it and getting my thoughts down.

In recent months I have found that I have been thinking about violence a lot.  I am not sure why but with recent events like the horrible tragedy at Fort Hood it is hard to not consider the subject of violence.  For me it all started to pop in my mind when I was sitting here in my room thinking about science.  What do scientists think about their inventions and how does that change as they see how we use their technology?  For some reason Robert Oppenheimer came to mind.  How did he feel about helping develop the Atomic Bomb?  If you design these systems what kind of responsibility do you bear for technology?  Should you be responsible at all?  I am not sure.  Certainly some technologies are designed for benign reasons and we twist these inventions to new uses.  Other more deadly technology can be reworked to be used in some beneficial way.

I have come to the conclusion that I really dislike violence.  I don't understand the need for it and I don't like the idea that we should ever have to resort to this sort of thing.  When I think about events like those at Fort Hood, school violence, and just general run of the mill violence it is hard to think of a justification.  Now I have to admit that maybe this makes me weird and I haven't really talked about this before.  When my daughter was stabbed a few years ago and I saw her laying on that hospital bed bleeding I didn't wish violence on the man that stabbed her.  In fact I rarely thought about him at all while she was in the hospital.  My thoughts were all wrapped up in how I could make her life better, what could I do to make her life just a little easier and better.  All I could think about and wish for at that moment was that she would make it through ok.  During that time period many people spoke to me about wanting to hurt or kill the man that did this to my daughter.  I agreed because I really wasn't interested in talking about it and the easiest way to end a conversation you don't want to have is to agree.  But if I am honest about it I didn't care what happened to him, how could I?  How could I spare one ounce of thought for someone else when my daughter's life hung in the balance?

As I have thought about this over the last couple of years, I searched for a reason to want to wish death upon him.  In my mind and in my heart though I couldn't do it, who am I to judge whether a person should live or die?  Certainly I hate and despise him but I would not take his life given the chance to do so.  I would never choose to take another person's life as it is not in my power to understand whether they truly deserve to live or die.  I sometimes worry that this makes me . . . strange or even bad.  I feel like it would be more socially acceptable to wish he was dead.

I am not a religious person by nature, in fact I can count the number of times I can remember being in a church on one hand, but I do believe that there is some higher power out there.  And if there is some higher power, what right do I have to judge another human regardless of what they have done?  If there is a higher power than humans, there must be a reason that this happened and that the person who did it will eventually have to face his deeds in a way that will be just and correct.

Perhaps this past has colored my aversion to violence and tools of violence.  I have come to have a very firm dislike of guns, knives, and other weapons.  I would never own such a weapon as I do not see the reason or meaning behind it.  I know that many feel security with having a weapon but I can't see that.  Weapons represent a source of danger for many, all it takes is one bad day to cause a tragedy.

~Syffin