By Thomas A Nagy
Part Sixth of a Series
Other than asking for justice regarding the murder of her twenty-five year old son, then demanding action after initial efforts are rebuffed, what has Cynthia Turner done to incur such wrath?
Why would a deputy district attorney or a police homicide detective say to a grieving mother asking for justice, “You’re not going away, are you?”
There was a missed opportunity. In response to that last question it would have been appropriate to answer, “I plan to fade away as soon as you bring the woman who killed my son to justice and prosecute her, and all responsible for my son’s murder.”
This is to say, everyone familiar with this case knows who is responsible, who committed the murder and how it was done. Nevertheless, those empowered to collect evidence and testimony, sufficient to bring the case to trial, have refused to do so. Instead, overt efforts are made to intimidate, harass and even to kill Cynthia Turner.
What’s going on?
Last week I wrote about an attempt on Cynthia Turner’s life. An SUV driver made it a brief mission to target her small truck on Boulder Highway, and then attempted to forcefully direct it into trees in the median at 45 miles per hour. This was an expert driver accustomed to maneuvering at high speeds in dense traffic.
As President John F. Kennedy said particularly in respect to government, “Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.”
All of us who watch local television news see too frequently those stories about police roughing people up, tazing and sometimes shooting to death people who, as it later turns out, posed no threat to anyone except perhaps themselves. These events happen in Las Vegas, and in nearly every major city in the United States.
For some inexplicable reason, populations in general accept this development in society without protest. Perhaps it is fear of becoming a target, then yet another victim?
Even as we give in to this widespread fear of becoming another target, and another victim of violence at the hands of government officials, we are indeed victims. To give in to the fear is to become that victim by design.
Those who create and perpetuate the fear know this. Yet they seem not to know that they, too, are victims of their own actions. Those who instill fear in others, the population in general, you and me and everyone else who remains silent and complicit by silence, and complicit by escaping into an abyss of oblivion, insulated from our shared reality by personal pleasures, gambling, drugs, sex, alcohol, sports and television, we all become victims of the violence of our culture. We are all trapped.
In a previous article I wrote that Cynthia Turner is but one person who suffers from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, or PTSD, as a result of her experience and since becoming a surviving victim of her son’s murder. Most of us are familiar with the term, but not necessarily the symptoms.
Four major characteristics of PTSD are: reliving events through memory or by reenactments, avoiding similar circumstances, becoming emotionally numb and being or feeling “wired.” This last symptom has numerous outlets or signs, including trouble sleeping, difficulty concentrating, having a quick temper, being suspicious of others, and being on guard for personal safety much of the time.
Evidently very large segments of our society are suffering from PTSD. The most revealing and important observation to make is that of avoidance. We live in a society that has become increasingly numb. We avoid emotional commitments as though commitments are a deadly plague.
This is a “Hook-up Society,” especially for those under the age of forty. People don’t want to feel deeply about others. “Here today, gone tomorrow.” Life is too short, and uncertain; when someone is gone from your life, “get over it and move on.”
Life is too short; there are too many things to enjoy in life, and no room for regrets or looking back. Have your bags packed; be ready to go. Leave your personal baggage behind. “I don’t want to know about what happens in the rest of the world; not my problem.” “If it doesn’t affect me, don’t tell me about it.” Why care about the price of tea in China?
The fact is, we are surrounded by people who don’t want to know how disconnected they are from the world in which they live. This is especially true of the residents of Las Vegas, Sin City, but even more so with the rest of this country.
What happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas; it is spreading throughout this country, carried on the wind to the rest of this world.
This place just happens to be like that finger held up in dry, desert air by which one can tell which way the wind is blowing, how cold or hot, and how much humidity. We live in a spiritually dry climate, and drought is increasing.
Another tell-tale sign of PTSD is the desire to forget about events or circumstances that have traumatic effects. Bury the feelings that arise within victims by some sort of numbing substance, be it alcohol, a prescription or non-licit drug, or the chemicals released in one’s brain by gambling. Do whatever it takes to forget. These are the sanctioned methods encouraged by those who instill that never-ending stream of fear in us, those who perpetuate that sense of drama, trauma and fear.
Two arms of one monstrous body hold the keys; the “entertainment” industry that offers its endless menu of sensational violence and special-effects dramatic fictions that keep audiences rapt and hypnotized, and everyday forces dressed in riot gear or police uniforms, wearing intimidating grimaces and deadly weapons always at the ready.
Add to that a few well-timed reports of helpless victims, tazed to death, or an occasional ice-cream vendor shot to death while wearing handcuffs and sitting passively on a curb speaking out about one’s innocence. No sooner do we hear these reports than the PTSD sets in and we seek some way to erase the exceedingly harsh truth from our memories.
Whether aware or not, most everyone in this county, Clark County, Nevada, suffers some form of PTSD. It’s only a matter of degree; how numb you have become, but not how immune.
On both sides of the badge, it has set in. Some who wear the badge are so benumbed that they can blow away an innocent mother seeking justice without feeling a twinge of remorse, just because they can get away with it. At least… while on Earth, for a brief time, but not for eternity.
Sooner or later, we all “sleep in the bed you make” for ourselves. The bed we make is eternal, and no one is immune.
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Thomas A. Nagy is the author of Cannabis Consumer Handbook available at Amazon.com, and the blog ReGeneration at blogspot.com. email: email@example.com