Wednesday, March 26, 2008

life (and death) in a small town

Two weeks ago a woman was brutally murdered in my hometown. She was beaten about the face, then slit across the throat and wrists before being left to bleed to death in her apartment.

Details of the murder, as well as the name of the suspect were rapidly made public by that indispensable tool of communication, the small town gossip mill. It must have been churning madly that day, as I heard about the deed before even getting out of bed. The murder was discovered just before sunrise.

The victim, who incidentally graduated with my father, was killed in her apartment building that was once my mother’s elementary school—a drive of less than two minutes from my parents’ front door. Her alleged murderer, her son, was in my sister’s high school class. He was later apprehended in a housing complex to which my other sister delivers the daily newspaper.

I later heard a rumor that the account had made the national news. It may have featured in the thin marquee running beneath a commentator’s head during campaign analysis on CNN. But Anderson Cooper could not have run the stories that were circulating for the next several days. Townsfolk mused over the dead woman’s failed marriage, relationships, and son who “wasn’t quite right.” My parents and siblings recalled the killer’s childhood involvement in my father’s t-ball team and my sister’s wrestling team. Everybody remembered his stint in the juvenile detention center. Even the handling of the report and ensuing investigation were under town discussion. Nobody could get enough of the accounts of the authorities asking the victim’s mother after her whereabouts before actually investigating the scene, where her dead body was reported to have been left. Nor could they be sated with one telling of the tale of the suspect’s girlfriend, throwing his bloodstained clothing in her complex’s dumpster just after the murder and then telling folk at the corner convenience store the next day how the victim deserved her fate. An interesting note: she has still not been tied to the event by the police.

I couldn’t escape, no matter where I went that day. Upon walking into a shop for a haircut, I was greeted not with a wide smile and hearty, “how are you?” but with more speculation. The grocery store aisles were lined with murmurs that evening and the phone line was buzzing with more details when I arrived at home.

Two weeks, and the upheaval has settled. Mostly. The townsfolk have moved on to other topics of conversation, but the family of the victim and her killer may never heal.

Sunday, March 23, 2008

*chatter, chatter*

Merry Chris-- er, Happy Easter from Frozen Central Pennsylvania.

Holy Saturday greeted us with 5 inches of snow. As I type, I'm shielding my eyes from the glare through the windows, fearing snow blindness by proxy.

If I were Jesus, I DEFINITELY would not have been interested in waking up to rock-hard ground and snow cover as far as the eye could see. Everybody would have to wait 'til Spring for their salvation, thankyouverymuch.

However, how better to spend a day snowed-in than to be curled up with a good book and a baking project? Can't you just smell those cinnamon rolls?

Sunday, March 16, 2008

collect the whole set!

The Catholic Church has recently “released” a new set of mortal sins—those that not only endanger one’s relationship with God, but basically destroy it. They join their brothers, the original seven deadlies of lust, gluttony, greed, sloth, wrath, envy and pride.

While the original seven relate to sins of an individual, personal nature, these have to do with sinful actions and behaviors that reach into the social sphere, affecting the communities in which we live as well as the world at large. They include pollution, genetic modification, human experimentation, social injustice, poverty, obscene wealth, and drug use.

Although the media has exaggerated the novelty of these transgressions the Church has just “made public,” socially responsible people (Catholic and otherwise) have known their evil for ages. Even the Church’s social teachings regarding stewardship of the earth and love of neighbor have made these offenses quite plain.

This does make for an interesting confessional situation, however. Three ‘Our Fathers’ and two ‘Hail Marys’ may do for cheating on your taxes, but what kind of penance would suit contributing to climate change, cancer research, or supporting a sweatshop full of Indonesian children?

I’m all for living responsibly, and I think this is an important step. Perhaps we will begin to think more about how our daily lives can build up or tear down the world we don’t see. But it will continue to be difficult in this age of globalization and middlemen. How much can we know about the products we support and the conveniences we rely on? How many people will think twice about biting into a genetically altered seedless watermelon or anything made with U.S.-grown soybeans? Even my new hikers (the makers of which provide a portion of their profits to environmental programs and promote socially responsible business practices) surprised me. I opened the 100% post-consumer-materials box, labeled with eight ways it’s environmentally friendly, to discover shoes made in China.

Now, if only the Church would pick up on that ‘original blessing’ thing.
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