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ben_dy
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Dear Internet Coconspirators,
First I’ll say that I’m a 67 year old male, widowed, not in great health but I manage to get to Mass 3-4 times a week, do a bit of volunteer work, but have found that, since retirement, I do watch more television than I’ve ever done before in my life.
Now when I lived in the UK in the 1980’s I became enamored of good British murder mysteries. Particularly fond of John Nettles in “Bergerac” and who is now to be seen in “Midsomer Murders”.
About fifteen months ago I began watching “Murder, She Wrote” and I believe that I’ve seen at least 3/4 of the entire series. There are, in certain episodes anyway, a touch of what I enjoyed about some of the British murder mystery programs.
And then about a year ago I began watching “true crime” shows. I found them disturbing and fascinating. I’ve never been much of a reader of true crime books, save “Helter Skelter”, and I was shocked and fascinated by what men and women will do to one another some with no reason and some with great reasoning skill. But after a year of these programs they began to make me feel almost physically ill. Nauseous. And even a little frightened - not that I was in a position to be murdered or that I was acquiring a wish to murder, but a fright that was one of a sort of revelation: that people could be so horrible, so cruel, so careless, so unfeeling, that anything justified - if justification was even needed - murder. One murder, twenty murders. The numbers didn’t matter. The reasons didn’t matter.
And with this discomfort I felt that which JPII spoke of with such heaviness of heart - the “culture of death”.
And so in May I bought a large crucifix and hung it above my television. Some friends thought it sacrilegious to have such a sacramental so close to what, admittedly, pours forth and piles upon the ever growing culture of death. But for me it’s something that makes me think about what I’m watching.
I still watch 2-4 hours of television a day. But I find that I am not really ‘drawn to murder’ so much that I watch those shows which grew to disturb me. Oh, I still watch ANY Inspector Morse broadcast and still enjoy “Midsomer Murders” if an episode that I’ve not seen before is broadcast.
So that’s basically my ‘story’ and I wondered if there are others who were, for a while, drawn to murder - real murder as told in an hour long episode of series that exist, I suppose, to show us in detail just how horrific we can be to one another.
Have I over-reacted here? Have I seen evil on-screen and decided that there was something evil in the proliferation of telling (and in some cases, telling over and over again) the cruelties - the inhumanity - that men will visit upon their brothers?
Tell me what you think…
First I’ll say that I’m a 67 year old male, widowed, not in great health but I manage to get to Mass 3-4 times a week, do a bit of volunteer work, but have found that, since retirement, I do watch more television than I’ve ever done before in my life.
Now when I lived in the UK in the 1980’s I became enamored of good British murder mysteries. Particularly fond of John Nettles in “Bergerac” and who is now to be seen in “Midsomer Murders”.
About fifteen months ago I began watching “Murder, She Wrote” and I believe that I’ve seen at least 3/4 of the entire series. There are, in certain episodes anyway, a touch of what I enjoyed about some of the British murder mystery programs.
And then about a year ago I began watching “true crime” shows. I found them disturbing and fascinating. I’ve never been much of a reader of true crime books, save “Helter Skelter”, and I was shocked and fascinated by what men and women will do to one another some with no reason and some with great reasoning skill. But after a year of these programs they began to make me feel almost physically ill. Nauseous. And even a little frightened - not that I was in a position to be murdered or that I was acquiring a wish to murder, but a fright that was one of a sort of revelation: that people could be so horrible, so cruel, so careless, so unfeeling, that anything justified - if justification was even needed - murder. One murder, twenty murders. The numbers didn’t matter. The reasons didn’t matter.
And with this discomfort I felt that which JPII spoke of with such heaviness of heart - the “culture of death”.
And so in May I bought a large crucifix and hung it above my television. Some friends thought it sacrilegious to have such a sacramental so close to what, admittedly, pours forth and piles upon the ever growing culture of death. But for me it’s something that makes me think about what I’m watching.
I still watch 2-4 hours of television a day. But I find that I am not really ‘drawn to murder’ so much that I watch those shows which grew to disturb me. Oh, I still watch ANY Inspector Morse broadcast and still enjoy “Midsomer Murders” if an episode that I’ve not seen before is broadcast.
So that’s basically my ‘story’ and I wondered if there are others who were, for a while, drawn to murder - real murder as told in an hour long episode of series that exist, I suppose, to show us in detail just how horrific we can be to one another.
Have I over-reacted here? Have I seen evil on-screen and decided that there was something evil in the proliferation of telling (and in some cases, telling over and over again) the cruelties - the inhumanity - that men will visit upon their brothers?
Tell me what you think…