Saving Everyone’s Baby

Tiny Caylee Anthony is dead, most likely murdered at the tender age of two years.  It appears no one will be convicted of killing her, and yesterday the nation erupted in a self-righteous outrage I haven’t seen since Orenthal J. Simpson was acquitted of killing his wife Nicole.

I’ve come a long way in my thinking about these kinds of cases, about what “justice” has a prayer of meaning, and what the relationship is and is not between what is right and what is legal.  The jury verdict in the case against Caylee’s mother Casey stirred again my own questions about whether or not such a verdict demonstrates the greatness or the abject failures of criminal trial in the United States of America.

But rather than subject readers to what I think about our legal system, I want to issue a challenge to you regarding what I think about justice.

Justice for this child was lost when she died.  No one being convicted of her murder could possibly generate any outcome that would change the terrible, unthinkable death she suffered.  We seem to need to believe that it could, but it cannot.  Caylee is dead, her brief life taken from her in what appears to be a premeditated act of violence capping tremendous resentment by her mother of the attention and care she — as do all children her age — required.

I have strong beliefs about the conditions that should exist before children are brought into this world, and if by some misfortune those conditions are not in place when the child is conceived then we as a society need to step up our game around our commitment to creating the best possible conditions in a bad situation.  I hear too much talk about what parents deserve or don’t deserve, and frankly I don’t give a damn.

When an at-risk child joins the human family, that is everyone’s baby.

That belief is why I am writing this post today.  If we carry on one more day about how outraged and angry we are about the jury verdict, about all the vengeful thoughts we have against Casey Anthony, about how God is going to bring down justice on the killer and on and on and on…………we are part of why this child is gone and we lose one more day to save children like her.  And if you do not know, you need to research and know and understand one thing:  There are thousands of Caylees in this country right now.

Thousands.

We need to turn off Nancy Grace (and the rest of those who profiteer on moral outrage and grief) and turn on our consciences.

What will you do today to honor the life of Caylee Anthony and of every child?

My challenge to all of us who are pained by the loss of this child is to think about what role we each play in making this world a safer, better place for children.

  • Do you speak out when someone makes a joke about hurting a child, or do you stay silent so as not to offend?
  • When you see a parent at the end of his or her rope, do you moralize about what a bad parent he or she is, or do you offer a kind word of support for what they are going through?
  • When you have an extra $15.00, do you buy a bottle of wine, or do you put it aside and make an end-of-year donation of $300 to your local child abuse prevention organization?
  • Are you giving your free time to something truly important to you, like helping a church gather toys or clothing for families in need, or do you do something just for yourself?
  • Do you think sexually active young people should have access to contraception and are you willing to speak out for that, or in your heart do you think they “get what they deserve” if they “get/get someone pregnant”?

Sadly, children often bear the burden of “getting” what their parents deserve.  I’m thinking today about how to turn that around, and to care less about things I can’t control and do more about the things I may be able to influence.

My answers to the above questions, if I am fully honest, do not make me proud.  For the sake of Caylee and every other child on the verge of her fate, I’m thinking today about how to change my answers.

I hope you will join me.

Love & Sex, Sideways

I have no clue why a member of the U.S. Congress thought it would be cute to put a picture of his private parts on Twitter.

Absolutely no clue.

The fact that he is married (and less than a year at that) makes it extra unfortunate, but he could be single and I would still be like a deer-in-headlights over his decision.

I would be, that is, if I had not remembered Thomas Haden Church in Sideways.

Recalling Church’s character Jack Cole helped me at least begin to process what could be at the heart of the craziness.  Jack is an actor losing his edge in his career.  His fiancée Christine is elegant, beautiful, intelligent, wealthy, and she loves him.  Much of the movie Sideways takes us on a ride with Jack and his friend Miles Raymond as Jack roams the countryside looking to have sex with anything in a skirt.  Jack seems at first to be completely panicked about the expectation that he will be with one woman for the rest of his life, and he can’t get busy with random women fast enough.  After all, the clock is ticking, and his wedding day is right around the corner.

It’s when Jack picks up a star-struck waitress at a franchise steak house it begins to dawn that he’s not really sowing his wild oats.  He’s looking for someone to whom he can feel superior.  He does not feel worthy of Christine, and when he loses their custom wedding rings whilst being chased by the waitress’ husband, he breaks down.  Jack has been arrogant and dismissive of his fiancée up to this point, but at the prospect of losing her his world collapses.  We see a man walled-in by insecurity and self-doubt.  Only when he lies about who he is and engages women who respond to his artificial persona does he feel in control.

Jack’s true panic about getting married is that one day Christine will realize who he actually is and that she does not love him.  Through his tears be begs Miles for help finding the rings, “I can’t lose Christine, Miles!  I can’t lose her!”

The first time I saw this movie I had the aforementioned deer-in-headlights feeling.  Huh?  Jack loves Christine?  What kind of person acts like this if he loves someone?

With time I’ve learned that, unfortunately, a lot of us numb our vulnerability with stupid behavior that contradicts our real feelings.   No one wants to be hurt, or disappointed, or found out to be not quite all the packaging promised.  My gut tells me that this incident with the Congressman “putting his junk on Twitter” — as a friend of mine so descriptively phrased it — has a little Jack Cole in it.

The one thing that keeps it from being too neat and clean is that when I look at Anthony Weiner, I don’t see Jack.  I see Miles Raymond in his eyes.

Sounds like my strange prayer list just got another name.