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March 1, 2008
American
Misanthropes
by Donald Croft Brickner
We can now give "campus rampage" killers
and their lot a name: American Misanthropes. What's
unexpectedly unsettling about them is coming to
realize (a) we created them, out of a toxic pot of
existentialism
and (b) these killers look an
awful lot like us.
So-called "campus rampage" murder sprees have
their roots in American culture.
At this stage of what's a devastating and
all-but-unique American phenomenon, both
authorities and citizens alike are finding
themselves hard-pressed to argue that our cultural
influence isn't a key contributor to these
shootings.
Unexpectedly, though, that could be good
news.
We can turn back the tide of these deadly events
-- but the changes required will demand our
willingness to not only look at ourselves squarely
in our mirror, but to markedly alter our one-note
notion of ourselves as helpless gene-coerced
robots.
That's not going to be easy to pull off -- but,
you know: there you have it.
* * * * *
It's so obvious: if murder rampages are
initiated by those who our investigating
authorities have come to identify as "normal" (if
self-isolated) citizens suffering from severe bouts
of existential victimhood, let's call it (which is
how they slipped by under the radar of law
enforcement), then the concept of "normal" has
headed south very quickly while few of us were
looking. This has all occurred in just a few
decades.
That's "existential," as in
existentialism -- a philosophical movement
that stresses individual existence and holds that
human beings are totally free and responsible for
their acts -- which sounds pretty dead-on to many
of its initiates, yet it also promotes many
pointlessness-of-life issues
and is often
served up with lagers.
* * * * *
What's taken place culturally has occurred
despite the fact that only a tiny group of human
souls actually knowingly practice existentialism,
or even understand it.
Regardless, we've unconsciously embraced a lot
of these implied suspicions, if not beliefs, and
then parroted them back right back into
acquaintances' faces.
Have those of us who've stated any of this
reasoned out what we're saying? No.
We do this, too, because we're endlessly exposed
to cultural one-liners like, "you only have this
one chance at life," or, "all we are is dust in the
wind" -- or, that big discussion-ender, "shit
happens." So, we silently accept a lot of these
sound bite beliefs as life's givens, and in most
instances for no other reason than because we've
heard them repeated over and over again
publicly.
Existentialism's cynical implications also can
seem pretty compelling -- especially if we've had a
bad day.
Still, not only are these beliefs spouted
endlessly in our TV ads, say, but they're casually
promoted in just about every secular university
classroom in the Western world.
"You only go 'round once in life" is less a
statement of ontological theory than it is one of
support for a random, existentialist void -- whose
time has come to expire.
* * * * *
Existentialism, in and of itself, does not
promote murder. But it's not a satisfying or happy
way of looking at life, either. So when our
emotions become invested in this world view and
take it seriously, cynicism and a loss of real hope
or meaning begin to grab hold. Before we know it,
our views on life and living have imploded.
Existentialism's built-in system of ethics --
stating human beings are responsible for their
individual acts -- is a self-policing mechanism
that almost no one actually practices, even among
practitioners. Why? Because it's like, why bother?
There's no point in even getting out of bed in the
morning, our emotions quickly decide.
So, first, we become sad -- then we turn
cynical, then angry, then filled with rage -- and
after that, a handful of us transform into
murderers
particularly when push comes to
shove, in front of what's already become a darkly
competitive and malevolently gossiping cultural
backdrop.
* * * * *
By way of broad-strokes illustration, then, here
is the existential process as it unfolds on the
emotional level -- the only level in which such
aberration matters:
In transactional analysis terms, the afflicted
among us begin their slide into dread by entering
into an emotionally-rooted state of, "I'm not okay,
you're not okay."
Their self esteem had already begun to erode due
to a number of cultural factors.
Simply put: if there's no point in me being me,
then there's no point in you being you. And if
you're promoting anything that smacks of hopeful
beliefs, then you're a deluded fool -- and I detest
you. You're happy, I'm miserable -- but I'm
right.
This is the foundation of all that follows.
Long-buried resentments surface. Anger has by then
arrived, and it won't go away.
And out of that psychological place -- if
prolonged, and left untreated (and one's finances,
say, are also a shambles; a primary silent
contributor) -- anger simmers into long-buried
rage. Then comes this thought: "If I'm going down,
I'm taking you with me." It exists as a passing
fantasy, starting out -- yet it clings. It
remains.
Then that state gestates, its afflicted persons
pull back even further by isolating -- and shortly
thereafter (and this should never be a surprise),
full darkness sets in.
The truth has ceased being spoken or even
sought, by anybody involved, it must be noted.
In any event, just a hop, skip and a jump later
marches forth our violent American Misanthrope.
At least the gun-toting version.
As an aside, by the way -- the evolution of the
car bomber is likely very similar.
* * * * *
Beneath our various cultural hatreds lie what,
for many, is a surprise punch line.
American Misanthropy doesn't begin and end with
our home-grown mass killers.
Webster's New World Dictionary defines
misanthrope as, "a person who hates or
distrusts all people." That's pretty
straightforward -- and by way of denial, atypical
of today's oftentimes still (for the time being)
well-heeled society.
But, seriously -- couldn't the definition easily
apply to most of us these days, no matter what our
ages or backgrounds? Aren't the majority of us
really upset with an untold number of perceived
affronts that engulf us, both major and minor?
Yes. We are -- if we're truly honest with
ourselves. And that upset often will be expressed
from atop a high horse of self-righteousness, whose
stirrups are rage.
We Americans have become an effortlessly angry
and finger-pointing population.
Webster's definition, therefore, implies
this surprise: Only a miniscule percentage of
American Misanthropes are, or ever will be,
murderers -- even as the so-called "random
shooting" phenomenon becomes increasingly
commonplace.
Our campus rampage murderers are not alone in
their hatred of Us. The majority of us have come to
detest Us. So, our campus rampage killers aren't
just "them."
They're almost all of us.
And the relative few of us who don't qualify are
very likely insulated apart from all this New
Millennium strife, thanks to substantial finances
and (for the time being) an apparent safe
environment. One suspects they are in a clear
minority.
Pull back far enough, and we discover that we
are the American Misanthropes.
It's also no coincidence that so many of these
massacres take place in our public schools, on our
university campuses or inside our churches. More on
that shortly.
* * * * *
This American misanthropic phenomenon is a
fairly recent one historically. By all accounts, it
didn't exist during the late 50s/early 60s. That
was a gentler America.
It also has very little to do with drugs,
alcohol, paranoid schizophrenia,
passive-aggressiveness, sociopathology, or any
other conveniently diagnosed "mental illness."
Misanthropy does encompass these influences
often enough, true -- only there is no direct
correlation between such aberrant influences and
our myriad hatreds.
At the core of most misanthropy is a terrible
widespread hubris: the failure to recognize our
neighbors' failings in ourselves.
Put another way: culturally and individually, we
far too often consistently lack any manner of
meaningful humility at this time in our
history.
Can this all be that simple? The Deadly Sin of
Pride is to blame? Basically, yes.
* * * * *
Some examples of non-murderous misanthropic
hatreds include the following:
Ugly or titillating gossip, anytime, anywhere;
back-stabbing office competitions, no matter how
neatly-weaved into the fabric of corporate America;
cyber-bullying; ugly unprovoked verbal or physical
attacks aimed at those perceived as different in
all classrooms (and communities); and racial,
religious and even philosophical "concept"
prejudices -- the latter thriving behind a lead
wall of tenure, it finally has to be acknowledged,
on just about every major university campus in the
U.S.
Whenever we dismiss (and thereafter ignore)
anyone out-of-hand for failing to live up to
"normal" standards, we behave like the misanthropes
we've become.
We're nastily judgmental far far too often. And
what part of "nastily judgmental" doesn't
incorporate rage?
"Nasty" isn't just being angry. Nasty and
vicious are synonyms. Both terms exist in the world
of spitting-drool rage -- and no amount of smiley
face dissolves them.
People who live in glass houses
We've been taught to behave better than we
"normally" do.
* * * * *
As to our killers' focus on specific
institutional settings as murderous backdrops:
Is it not now apparent that something awful had
happened within the confines of our universities,
schools and churches that later prompted so many
disgruntled active or former members -- now
severely emotionally-ill -- to exact some kind of
hideous revenge on both those institutions and
their participants, as a payback?
Do these shooters truly care who -- or what --
they hit? Often they're reported to not aim all
that carefully at their human targets. So, isn't it
possible that property damage works almost as well
for them? It's not that abstract an idea. "Raging
against the machine" actually means
what?
In any case, isn't it long-past time we asked
all -- all -- of these very questions?
And isn't it also time we acknowledged that
we're all in this together?
* * * * *
That's why it's now become so important for us
to begin to better define "this."
Who are we really? Where do we come from --
really? As has been argued in previous treatises,
there isn't one philosophy or religion on the face
of this planet that's got "it" mostly correct --
but that hasn't stopped philosophical/religious
proponents from insisting that they do. Wars, not
so surprisingly, usually result. Worse, few such
proponents ever try to upgrade what are obviously
entrenched and contrary perspectives to most of the
rest of us. That's deep-dish hubris.
It's our prideful and false sense of exclusivity
and superiority that must finally be addressed.
Only then will we be able to itemize the mechanisms
behind these terrible aggressions. Cyber-bullying
is just the latest manifestation of a cultural
hubris that's cauldroned to the surface of our
awareness.
When we finally feel shame for having created
and promoted this dysfunctional culture, it will
mark the first moment when our mummified layers of
pride begin to peel away, and at long last crumble
in our hands.
Must we all remain silently compliant until we
finally get our noses bloodied, but-good,
first?
When you live by the sword, you die by the
sword.
Twirling, preening sword wielders -- that's far
too normally who we've become.
And probably for the time being, anyway, that's
all we're likely to remain.
Brickner
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Donald
Croft Brickner has lived in roughly half of the
states in America, working countless jobs in a
variety of occupations. Prior to serving as an
enlisted journalist in the U.S. Navy during the
Vietnam era, he majored in music theory in college
and later received an associate's degree in music
education.
After
his military tour, for which he received an
honorable discharge, he pursued his lifelong
interest in the study of metaphysics/ontology, and
finally received his bachelor's degree in
philosophy from the University of Maine-Orono in
1992.
He
later attended graduate studies at the Earlham
School of Religion in Richmond, Indiana and in the
M.F.A. creative writing program at Chapman
University in Orange, California. He has written an
unproduced 3-act play, "Revelations at Mount
Rushmore," which remains on file at the Laguna
Playhouse in Laguna Beach, California. He is also
more than halfway through completing his first
novel.
Visit
his MySpace page at http://www.myspace.com/donaldcroftbrickner
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