Victimology is a crutch to so many in America. It offers a convenient excuse to explain away all manner of bad behavior, irresponsibility, and lack of initiative. It fosters a sense of pride and arrogance, a feeling of self-importance and egotism that eventually creates a full-blown narcissist if left unchecked. It enables those who rely on it to claim an entitlement to the world's goods and services as a way to repay them for their suffering or deprivation. Self-proclaimed victims demand payment from everyone, even from those who did them no wrong and, therefore, owe them nothing. Victimology is the perfect fertilizer to grow the poisonous seeds of self-pity and self-delusion. Yes, there are real victims in this world but living with the mentality of a victim is crippling and murderous. It eventually kills all initiative to grow and prosper by the industry of one’s own hard work and tenacity.
I am troubled especially by young people who think the world owes them something because they suffered some real or perceived injustice along the way in their short existence on this earth. What does this foretell about the future of America if our young people enter into adulthood with this false sense of entitlement? Who’s going to tell them the truth? Who’s going to tell them that the world owes them nothing?
I was born out of wedlock almost 62 years ago. My mother was a prostitute and a grifter who operated on the wrong side of the law most of her life. She was married about 10 times, usually never bothering to divorce between marriages. She was a murderess and abused her children without mercy. Men, mostly ex-cons, drunks and gangsters constantly came and went from whatever hovel we called “home” at the time. Most left a violent footprint. We kids were never in less than 3 or 4 schools in any school year. I started running away from home at the age of 9 and finally made it out for good at 13 or 14, as did both of my sisters. My brother is in jail for murder, having never escaped my mother’s influence until she died. I had plenty of reason to feel like, and live like, and think like a victim, and did until the age of 35. And it damned near killed me.
Becoming a Christian and learning from Christ is what saved me from the curse of self-pity and terminal hatred, hatred for my mother and the world in general. Hatred is a raging cancer that feeds on anything in its path. Victims must hate in order to remain victims and garner sympathy from others. Christ is the answer to such nonsense. When we see the sin in our own lives, and come to the realization that our sin is first and foremost against God, other people's sins vanishes from before our eyes. It’s no longer important or even relevant what another person did against us, but only what we did against God. And when He forgives a sinner all his/her sin, we cease to be victims and become victors. Life is good in Jesus’ arms where fear and hatred meet their demise.