This is truly disturbing. . . . .
Let me draw a quick profile of the New York City kids I’ve taught in recent years, it applies to rich kids as well as poor ones, although the prosperous kids are better able to cover up these things. …
The children I teach are indifferent to the adult world, they are hardly curious at all about what grown up people really do. The children I teach, in fact, have little curiosity about anything; they can’t even concentrate for very long on activities of their own choice.
The children I teach have a poor sense of the future, of how today is connected to tomorrow, they live in a continuous present, the exact moment they are in being the boundary of their consciousness.
The children I teach have an equally poor sympathy with the past, with no apparent understanding of how the past created their present, their…
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TalesAlongTheWay 
I read your reblog, I feel that the children born after WWII came into a very different world than those born during and before WWII. War produces a certain kind of feeling in people, the “eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we may die” seduction. This segued into the “if it feels good, do it” seduction of the VietNam/hippie era. And from the 1950s to the current day, the TV/electronics seduction. There’s always a price to pay for being seduced…our children are paying it.
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Very thoughtful answer. Are you a teacher?
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no…raised around teachers…mainly I’m an observer of human nature. Plus I had occasion to watch my sister’s children and my own child as they grew…my son often went for months even years without watching TV at home because of my feelings about what young people were learning from watching it. Today my son spends a great deal of his time wrapped up in his SmartPhone (is that an oxymoron?)! I think my favorite thing (not) is when people, not just teens anymore, text each other when they’re standing right next to each other???? 🙂
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I wrote something and the cyberspace goblins scurried it away. My dear son and his precious wife call or text each other in stores when they shop. I guess it beats going around yelling for each other. Thanks for your insight! Anne
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🙂
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