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Drug problem...

The other day, someone at a store in a small town read
that a methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the
adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question, "Why didn't we have
a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"

I told him that I did have a drug problem when I was a
kid growing up on the farm. When I was young:

I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to
church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and
community socials no matter the weather.

I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to
the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad
report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the
preacher, or if I didn't
put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.

I was drug to the kitchen sink if I uttered a profane
four-letter word. ( I do know what Lye soap tastes like.)

I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flowerbeds and cockleburs
out of dad's fields.

I was drug to the homes of family, friends, and neighbors to help out some
poor soul who had no one, to mow the yard, repair the clothesline or chop
some fire wood, and if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as
a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the wood shed.

Those drugs are still in my veins; and they affect my
behavior in everything I do, say, and think. They are stronger than cocaine,
crack or heroin, and if today's children had this kind of
drug problem, America might be a better place today



( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 16th, 2005 02:47 am (UTC)
I call shenanigans.

There has always been a drug "problem". The problem is hyperinflated prices that makes the drug trade extremely profitable. The problem is treating addicts as criminals rather than sick people. This problem has worsened since the "war on drugs" began.

Oh, and there have always been people looking to make a buck off of another's habit, and doing so in an unethical way.
Mar. 16th, 2005 04:35 am (UTC)
ummm, pun issues aside, that hardly touches on the meat of the post - these childhood draggings that make the world a better place.
Mar. 16th, 2005 05:05 am (UTC)
No, it knocks out the primary assertion of the post. The narrator believes there were no drug problems in his time. This is a false belief. A different attitude surrounded drug use at the time, and the author was sheltered by his parents from the worst of any particular controversy. Look in the history books for major controversies that occurred between your ages of 3 and 6. Did you even begin to start to know what was going on? There were drug and sex scandals when we were young, and we simply didn't know about them because the adults (rightly, one could easily argue) kept it from us.
Mar. 16th, 2005 05:34 am (UTC)
Yeah, you don't know what was going on in the world with drugs when you're five.

But what I got out of this was that one of the many things that has lead to drugs increasing permeation of younger and younger groups in schools and the like is a decrease in familial and community requirements and expectations for kids, as well as a growing lack of discipline. Which I would honestly, from my experiences, agree with.
Mar. 16th, 2005 03:07 pm (UTC)
I agree that parents have been more lax with their children, even in the past decade. And I agree that this may lead to problems. But I believe they lead to general behavioral problems, not necessarily narcotics.

That said, I dislike the story's idolation of physical enforcement of discipline.

And "lead to drugs" is a misleading statement. I seem to recall (but please, counteract me if you have an actual source, as I don't even know where to look for mine), that habitual drug use has fallen a lot over the past five years, while experimental use ("tried it once") has stayed about the same since the sixties.
Mar. 16th, 2005 03:35 pm (UTC)
I'm a strong believer that if a kid don't listen, you beat the shit out of them. Yarrr.
Mar. 17th, 2005 06:48 am (UTC)
That said, I dislike the story's idolation of physical enforcement of discipline.

As opposed to what - like, "go to your room, and don't come out until you feel like dealing with your parents again"?

Granted, I am fond of "oh, you think you can disobey me? heehee, how quaint. Grounded."
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