I’m not a Doctor!
By Jeffrey Acera
Lights dimmed, the screen shrunk to a widescreen format. Popcorn bags rustled with anticipation. But instead of seeing the familiar movie trailers, an underwear model appears on screen, and you hear: “Hey, do you wanna see my d**k?” “What the f*ck are you wearing?” “Mark your spot” “You want some f*cken more?” And with that the commercial ended. I overheard giggling in the back, I turn around and see for every adult there were around 1-2 kids under the age of 12. I did not see or hear any parent attempting to prevent the children from witnessing that commercial. The bleeps were so short; you could clearly hear the obscenities. Suddenly it hit me, why in the world were kids this age in a movie rated R? And why were there so many? Throughout the movie every time someone’s head got blown off or was killed in some gored demise, I would hear a child’s chuckle. I walked out of the theater and thought to myself, where the hell is this generation going?
Since 1960 over a 30 year period there has been a 560% increase in violent crime, a 419% increase in illegitimate births, a quadrupling in divorce rates, a tripling of the percentage of children living in single-parent homes, and more than a 200% increase in the teenage suicide rate. If I said these statistics came from a war torn country would you believe me? What if I told you that it came from the U.S.? If you’re un-phased, I would count you as part of the population that provides opportunities for these things to happen; for indifference is the final form of hate. I on the other hand intend to try to help in any way possible for me. Often people judge based on race and this stops from others reaching out a helping hand. In some ways, I feel a lot like the cartoon Asian boy, known as Dr.Tran. He becomes plagued by a narrator who refers to him as “An international superstar and America’s number one commodity.”Stereotypes are but a small part of a poison called relative truth. Ours is a generation that does not care to find the line that separates the black and white, but is content in decaying in the gray. How am I supposed to even begin to help stop this generation from such decay?
That very thought echoed in my head, and as I passed by a group of young kids in front of a computer watching Dr.Tran. I recognized a tiny voice yell “EVERYTHING’S F******* WONDERFUL!!” I walked up to the group. Asked if I could show them something cool, I proceeded to put on an episode of the original Pokemon. The children watched intently. I walked away thinking Pokemon wasn’t the answer to America’s problems, but it’s a start.
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By Jeffrey Acera
Lights dimmed, the screen shrunk to a widescreen format. Popcorn bags rustled with anticipation. But instead of seeing the familiar movie trailers, an underwear model appears on screen, and you hear: “Hey, do you wanna see my d**k?” “What the f*ck are you wearing?” “Mark your spot” “You want some f*cken more?” And with that the commercial ended. I overheard giggling in the back, I turn around and see for every adult there were around 1-2 kids under the age of 12. I did not see or hear any parent attempting to prevent the children from witnessing that commercial. The bleeps were so short; you could clearly hear the obscenities. Suddenly it hit me, why in the world were kids this age in a movie rated R? And why were there so many? Throughout the movie every time someone’s head got blown off or was killed in some gored demise, I would hear a child’s chuckle. I walked out of the theater and thought to myself, where the hell is this generation going?
Since 1960 over a 30 year period there has been a 560% increase in violent crime, a 419% increase in illegitimate births, a quadrupling in divorce rates, a tripling of the percentage of children living in single-parent homes, and more than a 200% increase in the teenage suicide rate. If I said these statistics came from a war torn country would you believe me? What if I told you that it came from the U.S.? If you’re un-phased, I would count you as part of the population that provides opportunities for these things to happen; for indifference is the final form of hate. I on the other hand intend to try to help in any way possible for me. Often people judge based on race and this stops from others reaching out a helping hand. In some ways, I feel a lot like the cartoon Asian boy, known as Dr.Tran. He becomes plagued by a narrator who refers to him as “An international superstar and America’s number one commodity.”Stereotypes are but a small part of a poison called relative truth. Ours is a generation that does not care to find the line that separates the black and white, but is content in decaying in the gray. How am I supposed to even begin to help stop this generation from such decay?
That very thought echoed in my head, and as I passed by a group of young kids in front of a computer watching Dr.Tran. I recognized a tiny voice yell “EVERYTHING’S F******* WONDERFUL!!” I walked up to the group. Asked if I could show them something cool, I proceeded to put on an episode of the original Pokemon. The children watched intently. I walked away thinking Pokemon wasn’t the answer to America’s problems, but it’s a start.
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