That you are capable of reading either of these options into what I wrote is evidence enough of your detachment from common-sense reasoning.
I will, this once, lay it out using short and simple paragraphs, and, for the most part, short and simple sentences. Try to stay with me here.
The rape of a child is a terrible thing that cannot be forgiven.
Neither, however, should it be particularly surprising.
The incident is horrifying.
But human beings are eminently capable of performing horrifying acts.
On the grand stage of history, in fact, this incident is rather small beer.
People do incredibly appalling things to one another on a depressingly regular basis.
Right now, as you read this, some guerrilla soldier somewhere is engaged in the disposal of an infant’s corpse, an infant he himself killed, if he is not in fact engaged in the act of crushing its skull with his rifle butt at this very moment.
This, too, is a horrifying thing.
The fact that it is also entirely routine should be additionally horrifying.
But — and stick with me here — that doesn’t make it any less routine.
That’s one of the great paradoxes of human nature. Everywhere you look, every single day, you can find great throbbing mounds of suffering, of absolute torment, visited on one set of people by another set of people. Everywhere. All the time. Grotesque, soul-searing cruelties: committed like clockwork.
And it will never, ever stop.
That we should recognize these terrible things as horrifying is to our credit.
That the horrors continue, unceasingly, is not.
Only a sociopathic monster would label these obscenities as anything less than appalling and sickening.
But only a fool would deny that these obscenities are part of mankind’s daily bread. The parade of sadness that fills our daily media is sufficient to expose the ignorance of such an assertion.
Again: the awful paradox, the ugly contradiction, of humanity.
Incidents like this are gruesomely distressing; and yet they happen all the time.
Perhaps you are content to be shocked and disgusted at each one individually. In this thread, you have professed bafflement at the fact that a human being would be capable of such an atrocity. Perhaps you will express similar mystification the next time news of such an event appears on your mental radar, and will ask again how it is that a human being could do such a thing.
And yet, the plain fact is that a human being has, indeed, done such a thing.
Not a monster. Not a soulless creature. Not an animal or a demon.
A human.
Being.
I am no longer capable of being shocked and amazed by such stories of cruelty. Horrified, yes. But surprised? Not at all.
As I said: this is who we are.
You. Me. All of us.
Inside each one of us is the capability to inflict astonishing violence and pain upon other people.
If you deny this, you are an even greater fool than if you deny the repetitive frequency of such acts as committed by others.
No, you will almost certainly not assist in the gang-rape of a pre-pubescent girl. Neither will I. And further I join you in condemning such an act in the strongest possible terms and wishing only the harshest justice to be served on those would do this thing.
Where you and I part ways, I think, is that I will not react with shock and surprise the next time an incident like this appears in the news.
Because there will be another one.
And another one.
And another.
Despite our best intentions, we are flawed beings, all of us.
Our good intentions save us and protect us; but it is because we have such deep flaws that we are required to have good intentions at all. If we were not flawed, we could simply act, and nothing but good would result.
Only a nodding acquaintance with reality is required to demonstrate that such is not the case.
I, for one, am not content to simply react with disbelief at each incident of this kind.
Horror, yes. Disbelief, no.
Because simple, raw observation is sufficient to demonstrate that disbelief is in fact the least realistic reaction one can have. If one reacts with disbelief every time one learns of some new atrocity, then the only reasonable conclusion is to disbelieve the world entire.
That way, clearly, lies madness.
I am not mad. I am a rational being.
And I experienced a rational epiphany some years back while reading a volume of primate studies. From the author’s description of a pack of baboons torturing and driving off a weaker member of the tribe for no offense beyond simply being weak, I drew the blindingly obvious conclusion.
As previously, and glibly, stated: we are monkeys with pants.
There is no moral implication to this realization. It is simply a matter of fact, and of rational recognition of the truths of our behavior.
There is, however, a significant moral implication that follows, in that, despite the undeniable evidence of our inborn weaknesses, despite the inarguable cruelties which we inflict on one another with blithe apathy, we continue to insist on ourselves as good and moral creatures.
We can aspire to goodness, and morality, and most of us, most of the time, are capable of achieving at least a small measure of these qualities. Some of us, some of the time, reach for and attain moments of breathtaking kindness and beauty. Still, most of us, some of the time, fall short of our ideals, and find ourselves scurrying about to justify, or conceal, our bad acts. Some of us, obviously, some of the time, are terrible, terrible people. And some of us behave abominably for much of our lives.
But: we are people.
I am a human being. You are a human being. Josef Stalin was a human being. Mahatma Gandhi was a human being. The guy in the office next to yours is a human being. Vlad the Impaler. Charles Bukowski. Mother Teresa. Hitler. The kid who drives the ice-cream truck through your neighborhood. Not a single one of them any less than a human being, or more.
My overriding concern, here, is an honest, unvarnished recognition of what that means: of what it really, truly means to be a human being.
Not of what it should mean.
But simply of what it does mean.
And that… is… all.
For your part, for your flat accusations that my words should be so terribly twisted and misread, for your ludicrously irrational suggestion that I would have anything less than disgust and contempt for the people who committed such horrifying acts, and that I sought to handwave away their cold depravities in a fog of anthropological abstraction, you are cordially invited to go fuck yourself bloody.