HEART BEAT: What Child is This?
Tue Dec 23, 2008 - 04:40 PM
By FELICIA MITCHELL
Well, there’s Damaris Natalie Herrera-Lopez. She’s ten. She likes pink earrings. Then there’s Giovanni Colon-Gonzalez. He’s fond of Spiderman. Tangena Hussain wears gold sandals. Let’s not forget Jesus, Jesus Arel Vargas. He’s missing too. They all are.
Fortunately, they’re all presumed alive right now, which is why they’re counted among the almost countless number of missing and endangered children. I know because I looked them up after the discovery of Caylee Marie Anthony’s remains this past week.
I wanted to know how many children had gone missing or been killed by parents this past year. I know that’s not the most festive way to indulge a sense of curiosity, but there you have it.
It’s not as if I were following the story about little Caylee. Unnerved, I’d change the channel when it came on. I didn’t seek out stories in the print or online media. Still, it was hard to avoid the entire issue because it became such a media sensation.
I am truly naïve. With all the spirit of Christmas has come to signify, I wonder why people can hurt others, especially small children. I am reminded of a two-year-old Jesus, whose parents spirited him away to Egypt to avoid harm at the hands of Herod.
As cynical as I am naïve, not unlike a child or a person who has lived a long time, I have to wonder why so much attention is being given to one little missing girl and not to all of them. What was it about this one child among all of those gone?
You have to notice how more attention seems to be given to missing or murdered white children, to missing children of privilege, to murdered children of privilege who themselves would never want to compete with all the other little angels out there in the world. You have to wonder how statistics would change if more children and unsolved crimes got the same sort of media coverage.
Did you see the toys? I saw a photograph of all the toys that people were leaving at a memorial for a deceased child outside the home of her grandparents in Orlando. It was enough to break your heart.
I mean, it’s the Christmas season. All over our country, children and their parents are in need. And here was an abundance of riches left by a curb. Balloons and toys and stuffed animals galore—they were nestled alongside fresh flowers and yellow ribbons.
I poked around a little and found that the family had decided to donate all of these little toys to the Orlando Union Rescue Mission, which serves hundreds of homeless families in the area. My cynicism about the memorial gifts crept away, tail between its legs.
Once upon a time, William Dix wrote a Christmas poem. “What child is this who, laid to rest,” it asks, “on Mary’s lap is sleeping?” The mythical story of this child’s birth reminds us that we can be shepherds keeping watch here on earth.
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