Our Children are Broken, We are Broken

I am at a loss. It seems children being violent with other children is on the rise. My news feed last week was filled with awful stories: an 18-year-old college student was arrested for possession of bomb materials, a 19-year-old shot and killed a student at South Carolina State University, a 19-year-old was sentenced to life with possibility for parole for shooting into a vehicle with his former love interest and her boyfriend, a 23-year-old Purdue student shot and stabbed to death a 21-year-old fellow student, three teenage boys confessed to sexually assaulting a 15-year-old girl who later killed herself after photos of the incident were shared.

I'm left questioning where have we gone so wrong?

Have we neglected to teach our children how to deal with frustration and anger? Or maybe we forgot to teach them kindness? Or respect? Or how to disagree peacefully? Or how to talk things through? Or how to walk away?

Have schools become a place of strict procedures, but low guidance?

I don't know the answers to these questions, nor do I know if they are even the right questions to ask.

Many will return to the gun debate, but it isn't just guns that are hurting our children, is it? It's also knives and hands, pictures and words.

And I can't help thinking that something bigger is wrong. As humans, we are failing. We are missing something. I hope we figure out what that is soon.

I originally wrote these words in my journal last week. Since writing them, more tragic news stories have been added. A 15-year-old admitted to raping and killing his 24-year-old math teacher. An 18-year-old pleaded guilty to stabbing her former best friend when they were only 16.

And a 19-year-old shot and killed two mall employees, then himself. At the mall in my hometown. The mall I grew up going to. The mall where my first grade teacher worked a second job selling perfume in a department store. The mall where people I know still go.

We are failing. Our children are suffering. We need to course correct.

We are broken.


  1. Such a great conversation starter. Where are we really broken as a society? We come together in the aftermath of tragedy, but why can't we come together to prevent? Lines in the sand need to stop being drawn and everyone needs to take many steps forward to find the resolution, the right path, a start to fixing what is broken.

  2. Alina- I couldn't agree more. Thank you for your words and for helping to start the conversation (and for not being at the mall on Saturday).

  3. It makes me sad and scared for me my family my babies my friends and there babies that things like this actually happen and some really close to home
    Some days I am afraid to leave my home thinking I may not return because there can be a lost soul out there needing help but goes and harms others because they don't have the support they need in life
    As a parent I always tell my babies that I am always here for them good or bad can talk to us about anything
    Be kind to everyone, treat one how you would like to be treated
    Be respectful instill good morals and values and cross your fingers
    And pray!!!!


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