I read a children’s story in class the other day, and I’m thinking that I understand the screwed up world view many here have. It’s a lovely story of a guy that wants a nice big house made of wood. He decides that he’ll go into the forrest and cut down some trees. He finds the blade to his axe, but he doesn’t have a handle. He goes to the forrest and talks to the trees. Now this is an important part of the story, the trees are sentient. The man explains that he needs a small piece of wood in order to make a handle for his axe. The trees agree to give him the wood as long as he goes away and doesn’t come back. He makes his axe handle and heads right back to the forrest. The trees are surprised and they ask him why he came back, he had agreed to go somewhere else. He explains that he really wants the house and where else was he going to get the wood? He proceeds to cut down all of the trees and the trees express regret that they helped him at all. The man builds his house and enjoys it…
What the hell kind of story is that to tell to kids? It’s OK to lie and to kill in order to get what you want as long as you have the weapon… Actually, this explains a lot, I wonder how many other stories are like this? I understand that many fairy tales have horrific and gruesome story lines, but there is a difference. In the fairy tales, the monster is always seen as evil and as such we expect them to be bad and to do bad things. In many stories, there is some sort of downside to being evil. This particular story involves a “normal” guy and there are no negative consequences to breaking his word or even of murder. Pretty scary…
Isaac