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It's not a loss of innocence, exactly. It's more like I'm suffering the loss of .003 percent of innocence.
(That's what was left after I plunged into porn.)

Now I'm confronted like everyone in the U.S. with these photographs and what they mean, and I realize that I still had an unspoken belief that "we" were inherently good. It was a feeling ingrained from childhood by reciting the pledge of allegiance and growing up in a military family and having friends who joined the Peace Corps and knowing a few who sacrifice personal safety and comfort to do some good. Call it pride or patriotism, whatever it is it survived Vietnam and Watergate. It took a beating during Iran-Contra, and was deeply shaken by the actions of Kenneth Starr and then by the Congress during the Clinton impeachment hearings. It was scraped raw by recent events. But it was there.
Then I saw those pictures from the prisons in Iraq, and felt this vague sense of loss. The last illusion.
I still know I'm lucky to live here. (Here is certainly better than there right now and for the foreseeable future.) And I don't think there's anything worse about us than anyone else. We just have the power that makes our weaknesses and character flaws more dangerous.
I wonder if children who are old enough to see and comprehend those torture photos will grow up better or worse for not having had the illusions earlier generations enjoyed?
What are parents - in the U.S. and elsewhere - telling their children about the torture of prisoners by American soldiers? Are they asking questions? Do they accept as a matter of course that Americans are capable of the same evil as anyone else?
(That's what was left after I plunged into porn.)
Now I'm confronted like everyone in the U.S. with these photographs and what they mean, and I realize that I still had an unspoken belief that "we" were inherently good. It was a feeling ingrained from childhood by reciting the pledge of allegiance and growing up in a military family and having friends who joined the Peace Corps and knowing a few who sacrifice personal safety and comfort to do some good. Call it pride or patriotism, whatever it is it survived Vietnam and Watergate. It took a beating during Iran-Contra, and was deeply shaken by the actions of Kenneth Starr and then by the Congress during the Clinton impeachment hearings. It was scraped raw by recent events. But it was there.
Then I saw those pictures from the prisons in Iraq, and felt this vague sense of loss. The last illusion.
I still know I'm lucky to live here. (Here is certainly better than there right now and for the foreseeable future.) And I don't think there's anything worse about us than anyone else. We just have the power that makes our weaknesses and character flaws more dangerous.
I wonder if children who are old enough to see and comprehend those torture photos will grow up better or worse for not having had the illusions earlier generations enjoyed?
What are parents - in the U.S. and elsewhere - telling their children about the torture of prisoners by American soldiers? Are they asking questions? Do they accept as a matter of course that Americans are capable of the same evil as anyone else?
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