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  • Bestiality May be a Step Too Far

    Posted by Ginny on April 24th, 2006 (All posts by )

    Prompted by Jonathans and Lexs exchange, I thought back forty years ago:
    When I was an undergraduate an eccentric guy launched a bookstore to compete with Nebraska Book. At that time Nebraska was one of the top distributors in the country, so they had great sales & swamped the competition. But he tried. He laid books out on cardboard on the second floor of an auto dealership close to campus; we would wander the rows, dutifully purchasing books we wanted but also striking out for the little man. He loved Ayn Rand, giving a 20% discount on her books. In a small square, a knee-high string fence marked off the dirty books. One was Candy. It was quite a cause for a while. Finally, the police stormed the loft & charged the owner with peddling porn.

    This proved a teaching moment. For one thing, Ayn Rand (at least as interpreted by the book dealer) didnt prove an attractive model. The part-time student workers were left to sit in jail the owner proclaiming that obviously their fates were in their own hands. Meanwhile & altruistically, the professors I revered cheerfully lined up to testify that while it might not be great art, they found, as English professors, the work sufficiently redeeming to raise it above the level of, well, pornography.

    This was the mid-sixties. My parents attitude in the fifties had been laissez-faire – if someone tells our daughter she cant read something, well get it for her. Our neighbors were shocked they let their seventh grader read Peyton Place and my parents were a bit irritated when they had to replace anothers Anatomy of a Murder Id dropped in the bathtub (a favorite reading place in those days before much air conditioning). My husband has a more constrained attitude. And Ive come to suspect that he was right to discourage me from getting our middle daughter, in eighth grade, to read Black Dogs. Bestiality is not something a middle-schooler needs to contemplate. I wasnt wrong about her intellectual interests; as a more mature reader it speaks to her. But Ive come to see that restraint is not always evil or even silly. Sometimes it is just responsible, just as being civil is an underappreciated virtue.

    It is only with maturity that Ive accepted that censorship does have its place; my husband (and Lex) is right, age is important. And, frankly, my parents were wrong. I could have used a little more real experience before immersing myself in what was clearly trashand even when it was art, its inappropriateness to my experience gave me ideas about sex & love that took years to transcend. While I dont think it takes a village to raise a child, that village can help, stay out of the way, or do real harm. And parents should be able to expect others to honor the levels of a child’s awareness.

    But if my reaction to censorship is no longer a knee jerk one, it is stronger and more reasoned. It is a very, very bad idea for adults and in a democratic society. (In other societies it may have quite bad effects, but free discourse is clearly the most important factor of a society like ours.) No one has the right to limit other adults. On the other hand, peer pressure leading to a civil society in which ideas can be discussed even if emotions are raised seems clearly important. And leading people to such a civil approach to argument may require some early care, a slow introduction that notes the boundaries of social intercourse.

    And I’m not sure it’s so good times have changed. Censorship has been lifted for many youngsters; civility is no longer preachedand enforced–in schools (as even in the public schools of my youth). I cant imagine any of the teachers of my youth speaking in a slighting manner of any race or religion; they were mildly aware that the class held people that worshiped at half a dozen churches; that in any one classroom was likely to be at least one homosexual; that parents came from many educational backgrounds and many strata of society. The good teachers (and in that sense, most were good) knew that none of this was the business of the teacher nor the classroom. Now schools move into litigation sometimes to enforce civility & sometimes to transcend it.

    Now, the families on television are non-traditional; what the dialogue in movies has lost in wit it has gained in profanity. The classrooms are guided by teachers who often are sympathetic but in their sympathy bring much into the classroom that is likely to distract their students from thinking. It isnt censorship but rather an awareness that schools are not the best places to deal with sexuality and belief systems, birth & death that make some of us prefer some restraint.

    About ten years ago, the mother of my middle childs best friend told me she thought the school should spend more time on death in health class. She was Jewish & I Protestant, but our childrens classmates included Hindu, Catholic, LDS, Protestants of all stripes, and Muslims, as well as, Im sure, atheists. Discussing the beliefs and rituals of death seemed to me a mine field that few teachers could maneuver well. While it might be useful to be able to spot bi-polar problems, talk of suicide is not always helpful. She argued teen suicides in a town much like ours near Dallas showed how important such discussion was; it seemed clear that suicide had become trendy as the students, not surprising given their ages, tended to romanticize aberrant behavior.

    Years have passed and the girls are no longer close; however, I was saddened when my daughters friend attempted to take her life a few years later. The father had run off with a grad student, the mother died tragically – of course, the child had much to handle – too much. But her high school health class had not solved such problems and Id rather it restrained itself from trying. Self-restraint is a form of self-censorship but it can arise from humility; it acknowledges what neither the person speaking nor the audience can handle. It doesn’t assume the cliches of such “health” discussions could be enough. (Sure we speak of such things in class when we approach Larkin’s “Aubade” or Donne’s Holy Sonnets; such a discussion, with its necessary movement from the self to the more objective analysis of form & art, gives a safer space for such talk. It certainly is less probing, less therapeutic.)

    We can handle ideas – it’s the feelings that trouble us. Bestiality shouldn’t be a censored idea – but at certain ages it isn’t an idea. Instead, it’s an image strong & perverse; it doesn’t leave our minds; we feel the idea in our guts.

     

    8 Responses to “Bestiality May be a Step Too Far”

    1. crazy cat lady Says:

      I agree completely! What bothers me about people that never want anything censored is that they don’t realize that sometimes censorship is beneficial! If we want a society of healthy, happy, balanced people, they cannot be barraged by difficult images as a child! Some things should simply not be revealed until children’s emotions and minds have been more formed.

    2. Sam_S Says:

      (slobbery fan mail): Ginny, sometimes I just love what you write.

      I don’t even think “censorship” is the appropriate word, though I understand completely the way you’re using it.

      Of course children should have their viewing/reading guided! It’s nothing more than responsible parenting. I see two important developmental duties for parents here: to lead the kids into (or allow) the venture to an independent mind, while protecting them from input that is likely to overwhelm, horrify, or embitter them. Indeed, it is a touchy job. It means having an understanding of young development, and especially understanding your own youngster’s maturity level. I was one or two degrees TOO liberal with my kids, and had to do some “reigning in”, which I suppose is better than being too restrictive and then finding out the scary ways they escape the bonds, y’know what I mean? By the way, my now-grown kids turned out pure gold.

    3. Mitch Says:

      Good grief! It’s Daddy!

    4. Sam_S Says:

      You wish. Did you do your homework today? Yeah? Show me.

    5. Mitch Says:

      Sam, that’s a quote from the book at a critical point. I’m not going to go into it.

    6. Joshua Says:

      Civility didn’t fade because the public decided it was overrated. Civility faded because certain people who found themselves on the business-end of enforcement of civility fought back, and when they prevailed the rest of us lacked the will to turn back the tide.

      We don’t necessarily get the way of life we deserve, but rather the way of life that we’re determined to fight to achieve, or preserve, by whatever means necessary.

    7. mrsizer Says:

      Great post! And another reason I’m glad I don’t have children. How do y’all deal with the 24/7 responsibility? However you manage, I’m glad you do!

    8. ginny Says:

      It isn’t that bad. In fact, all my daughters are real cooks (I’m not even a mediocre one) and all clean the house regularly – even mine because they really hate seeing it is dirty. And they are doing a lot better in school than I ever did – and a lot better at picking boyfriends. In general, they seem to succeed even when I’m pretty sure we screwed up.