By Rachel Clark | Guest Blogger
With the release of Catching Fire in less than two weeks, The Hunger Games is reaching yet another climatic point in its popularity. Unlike the teen fiction works of Twilight and Harry Potter, The Hunger Games did more than just disgust (Twilight) or merely entertain me (Harry Potter.) The Hunger Games enthralled me. No, it wasn’t the love triangle (although I am totally Team Peeta) or even the superb writing, it was the realism of the story.
Realism? Yes, realism. I remember being exhilarated, yet dumbfounded as I poured over each of the three books.
I was appalled at the similarities between the world you and I live in and the fictional world of The Hunger Games.
Perhaps you think such a comparison is bogus. After all, America doesn’t stick children’s names in a jar, randomly select 12 kids to annihilate each other in a human blood bath, and then proceed to watch and applaud said blood bath on the family television.
No, we do not witness such atrocities with our eyes, but deep in our conscience, we know these atrocities exist. Like private files, they are classified information; they are not often proclaimed or talked of, but deeply hidden or deemed as unimportant.
America isn’t just similar to The Hunger Games, it’s worse. Far worse. At least in The Hunger Games the Capitol had the decency to show its citizens the murder and injustice firsthand. At least its publicity of manslaughter prompted a rebellion.
Instead of taking a stand against the desecration of life, America is sickeningly ignorant and dismissive as its death toll rises. Every day, 3,000* children are killed by abortion. Every day, we lose 3,000 helpless lives in a blood bath.
But our ignorance and dismissiveness does not cease at even these numbers. For America is not only tolerant of its daily slaughtering, but tolerant of its deferral of human development. 600,000** lives are presently stalled in jars. Not killed, not living, just floating between life and death in a cryo-preserved state. These jars sit in various labs across the United States. Every jar is different; one has held the same life for over 10 years, while another has just received a new life just yesterday. But all of these jars hold an undecided fate. Perhaps its embryo will be used. Perhaps it will be disowned, carelessly thrown away by lab assistants.
America does not annually select 12 children to fight to death, it allows 3,000 children to be exterminated every day. America does not randomly select names from jars, it tolerates the suspension of 600,000 lives in jars. America does not publicize its murder of life, it hides such hellish actions, allowing the death toll to expand with each passing day.
The Hunger Games‘ questioning quote, “Real or not real?” fits alarming well with my initial shock from the story. I believe the happenings of The Hunger Games are undeniably present within the ignorance and dismissiveness of America. So to answer the question, my response is “REAL.”
P.S. You are enough.