The Kavanaugh Process and the Roots of Rage
by Fr Dwight Longenecker:
Brett Kavanaugh’s appointment to the Supreme Court has unleashed once more, extraordinary scenes of rage. The screaming tantrums, irrational and lurid accusations, and the wild eyed protests reveal a disturbing rage bordering on insanity.
What are the roots of this rage?
[…] Are we surprised that our society simmers with an undercurrent of rage, violence and fury? For fifty years now we have witnessed increased promiscuity, break down of marriage, disintegration of faith, abortion, disruption of community life and the decay of the extended family. Children are born into broken homes, conceived in rape and drunken-ness and drug addiction. When they are born they are shoved into day care and ignored by parents, and now we have repeated the pattern into the second and third generation.
Do not misunderstand me. This is a complex matter. I am not saying every child who is adopted will be a criminal or that every broken home must be a place of hopeless dysfunction and despair. Nor am I saying that the racial, sexual and economic tensions can simply be blamed on promiscuity and broken homes. The social problems are real, and should be addressed and furthermore, I see the same symptoms of rage and fear in families that are not of a racial minority, are well of financially and seem to be functional on the level of social niceties.
I am speaking of the deeper sickness of the human heart–the lack of love which causes fear, which in turn causes anger and rage. Then when young men and women do search for the love they so desperately desire they are caught up in the battlefield of the sexual revolution. Seduced by pornography, drunken promiscuity, co habitation and serial sexual relationships, their hearts are hardened to protect themselves and their hardened hearts prevent them from committing to the long term relationship that is needed for the fragile flower of true love to flourish.
Their hearts broken and wounded and hardened…no wonder they react with rage. It is easy to see the howling, yowling protesters as big babies. I do so with compassion. I see poor, forgotten, abandoned, abused children crying out in anguished rage.
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