Have you or a member of your family or
close friend ever been victim of a violent crime? Has your home or
vehicle suffered a break-in or robbery — perhaps multiple times?
If so, you will probably understand the
premise of this article quite quickly, even viscerally.
There is no better explanation for how
this world has gotten so messed up than our human desire to gain an
eye for an eye. If you have experienced violence on your person or if
the safety and sanctity of your home has been violated, it can be
extremely difficult to let it go. You cannot return to being the
person you once were.
When it seems that the people who
commit crimes against us are going unpunished, or the crimes just
continue in other families and other homes, it feels like a portion
of our own humanity has been stripped away. We are left with more
animal reflexes.
There are few true innocents around
the shooting death of Colten Boushie in Saskatchewan. The racist
furore on all sides in social media proves it. Violence begets
violence, and when the “sides” are identified by race (as in the
Boushie case) or by religion (as in the Middle East) our shared human
impulses for revenge harden into lines that are extremely difficult
to cross.
Boushie, 22, a resident of the Red
Pheasant First Nation, was shot and killed at a farm residence near
Biggar. He and three friends were apparently seeking help with a flat
tire.
Gerald Stanley, a 54-year-old farmer
has been charged with second-degree murder. There is obviously
more to the story, but for now, we'll let the courts deal with the
details.
Today, we need to look at our own human
reactions to the story.
This one mirrors another killing in
2008 in Lethbridge, where George Many Shots was beaten to death by
Bradley Gray, a man who did not react well when his truck was broken
into by a pair of Aboriginal people.
His was not the only property violated
in the neighbourhood, where a native shelter had recently opened.
Many Shots was assaulted and beaten in
an unprovoked attack. He was just the wrong guy in the wrong skin in
the wrong place at the wrong time.
After being convicted of second degree
murder, an appeal reduced Gray's charge to manslaughter. Then the
case went back to the original judge for sentencing — and the
result was that the killing was deemed a hate crime, because the judge was
convinced Gray simply hated natives, and wanted to get his own back
upon them.
This is how the cycle of violence is
perpetrated. This is how it comes to the point where nobody gets the
benefit of the doubt.
Houses get broken into. Red Deer, in
fact, has been tabbed by Macleans magazine as the Canadian city most
likely for one's home to be broken into. That adds up to a lot of
victims with personal feelings of violation — and identification of
the kinds of people who do these things. Individual responsibility be
damned; at some point groups of victims assume for themselves outrage
at groups who look like they break into homes.
Our family was rocked by a violent
night attack years ago. It took a long time — years actually —
for the case to be resolved. In that time and after, the feelings of
helpless anger would surface almost of their own volition and suck up
the energy needed to become a normal, trusting human being.
It helped me to become a volunteer. I
served on a board advocating for people with brain injuries. I also
cooked at a downtown soup kitchen for a time. I often wondered if I
had worked all day to feed the people who had attacked my family.
In the end, after a court conviction
was achieved, we faced the media in the court parking lot. We were
asked if we had found closure.
There is no closure, not the kind you
can lock away and forget. In that time, I learned the police cannot
bring you justice. The courts cannot bring you justice. They are
concerned only with the person charged with the crime.
The only justice for you is that which
you seek from within yourself, however you try to find it.
Homes and farms and businesses get
robbed. By people from an identifiable group. The police do not
always catch those responsible.
It is wise to be wary. It is wise to
take precautions. It is not wise to blame people whose story you do
not know, or hate them because of how they look.
Forgiveness? That's a personal
question. But with taking an eye for an eye, soon everyone is blind.
No one can see that no one is innocent anymore. This blindness has
messed up the entire world.
Greg, your article has given me opportunity to reflect on violence and crime perpetrated on myself and family members and the nature of forgiveness. I was already here in Red Deer when your family's personal experience with violence occurred. I remember when I first moved here I was living in a bachelor apartment downtown while the family was occupied with selling the house, finishing the school year, and preparing for a big move to another province. I remember getting back late one night from an out-of-town meeting and parking the vehicle at the office and walking back to my apartment, felling not too safe as the streets seemed deserted except for pickup trucks cruising around.
ReplyDeleteI was badly bullied in a tough inner city school in Junior High (Middle School) and it had a profound effect on the rest of my school years and how I related to people. The main bully was suspended for a couple of days and continued on with his schooling, landing a good job and working his way up the ladder by continuing to be a bully and getting things done. I forgave him eventually because of the circumstances of his life, but had no contact with him whatsoever after Grade 8. The second guy I read about in the newspaper after he broke a beer bottle in a bar fight and shoved it into another man's thigh. The third guy I met at a social and over a beer he expressed regret at his (minor) role in the affair. 35 years later I got a note that the bully had been arrested for bank robberies after he had been dismissed from his position because of bullying and after his severance ran out he turned to robbing banks to maintain his lifestyle. This eventually led to time spent in the federal penitentiary.
I had forgiven him, but it all came flooding back after his arrest. It was obvious that he hadn't changed his ways.
As you say, forgiveness is personal. We may forgive, but we don't forget. Without true remorse, it is difficult to forgive. However, an eye for an eye doesn't cut it as we both know. And not forgiving just continues the victimization. I really feel for the families of the Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women (MMIW) and their heartache.