Soon the dawn will break. Light will appear, faint and hesitant at first, and then burst open the day with brightness. This dark night will be swept away. It has already come! In Great Britain it has been day for several hours as I write this. Rush hour is well underway and offices, factories and schools are busy people going about with their assigned tasks.
The children, particularly the youngest, will be excited to discover what the day will bring; awaiting the guidance of their teachers dedicated to molding them, building their minds and bodies. So will some scientists who in their way are interested in molding be excited. I speak of the ones who are keen to explore new ways of manufacturing the perfect human being.
A recent headline in British paper spoke about the exciting possibility of eradicating congenital defects in us by combining the genetic material from a number of donors. Three was the number in the story…but why stop there?
The result of all of this mixing would be what has come to be called a “designer child”; someone with absolutely no connection to anyone. Anyone, that is, beyond the two people who have paid an awful lot of money to purchase this little bit of breeding; like a dog from a high end kennel. It gives “snaps and snails and puppy dogs tails” a whole new meaning, doesn’t it?
But the result. Oh, the result, the beautiful, perfect ten fingered and toed happy little disease and deformity free result. How pretty it will look in its carriage and in the pictures. It is surely worth the destruction of as many little piles of un-distinguishable and invisible clumps of experimental humanity as might be necessary to provide the world with one perfect child? And the good which will have been done for the child is not even calculable? Is it not so?
It is getting a little closer to dawn, now, and soon the first birds will wake filling the air with their morning songs.
In another three hours they’ll be doing the same things out in California where in the San Fernando Valley something more than a lot of fruits and vegetables is produced; about 20, 000 pornographic films a year. Did you hear 20k a year? Yes, you did. And it is a multi-billion dollar business, 13.6 multis to be exact. The saddest part about this, and it is very difficult to quantify the immense sadness all of it signifies, is the figure which knocked me over when I read it.
Here is the figure. Among the top five search items on the internet for children 18 and under are “sex” and “porn”. The Pollyannas of the world might want to spin that little factoid by saying that forty percent of the “research’ little Johnny is doing is in the field of human biology, or current film theory, or some such silliness.
But, they do not really need to log on to the internet. Pornography will come to them as they sit in the classroom these days. It is practically a required subject. Here in my little American town, at the Junior High School just down the street something called PACTT (Parents and Teachers Together With Children) held an all day seminar with the 7th and 8th grade kids, some of whom undoubtedly make up that number of eager internet researchers. You will read the story that appeared in the local fish wrapper the other day and note that one of the seminar subjects was ‘teen sexuality” I am reliably informed that the seminar was a closed door session where children and presenter only talked about what and how to do what comes naturally as the saying goes. And, anyone who wanted one was given a special gift of a condom.
This happened, I guess, while Mom and Dad and their presenters were talking about how to pick a college for little Johnny and Janie.
Of course, when the school administrators were told about this they were horrified, horrified in probably the same way that Claude Rains was during the film Casablanca when he discovered gambling was taking place at the Cafe Americain.
The sun should be up. Light should be flooding through the window soon since it is nearly 5:00AM.
It isn’t. It is blackest night.