We all experienced violence at some time.

Violence is part of human nature.

Those who believe did not experience violence failed to recognize, identify or acknowledge, the violence around themselves.

Violence is part of human nature, this does not make violence good, rather it explains how it can happen, also how much effort we all need take to reduce it occurring.

There are times when violence is regarded as an appropriate response.

Even then the violence is not encouraged for the violence harms both the victim and the offender.


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+Paul Parker Yes, I agree that there is violence in the process of people's upbringing. That is NOT at all the same as the constant, ambient violence of war, which requires self-restraint and suppression of negative emotions on an almost constant basis. This is the writing (from a Facebook comment) that my own comment was related to. (I was reluctant to reproduce the comment, as it is not mine, but copied from another location, but it seems necessary now to post it to elucidate my point:

Rhodesian war from the farming part of our wonderful community.
We remember the difficulties we faced, lack of spares and tractors and fuel. Having to have horrendous high Cages round the farm houses, Locking the gates every evening, waking at night by our faithful dogs barking, awakening and grabbing for our guns. Calling Control with your number. Remembering to keep away from the windows. Waiting for the help to arrive, the sound of gun fire, fires burning our crops and the homes of our workers.
Giving out the rations daily so that the ters could not steal them. Our workers caught in the cross fire their sons stolen and taken away to be trained against us – what hell was that. They needed work and we needed them but what a struggle they had. On top of that the weather, waiting for the rains, would the ever come? Then the years of nonstop rain and the low-level bridges under water. The railway bus could not get through and we would have to carry stuff over the suspension bridge.
Reduced sales of tobacco and given a percentage of your old crop only to grow. No place to move forward. The callups and sharing the load with your neighbors, the wives carried a heavy burden. Couldn’t go out in the evening, all our get togethers had to be midday watching out always that the roads had not been tampered with, the land mines that took out so many, workers and farmers both.
Hard enough to be a farmer in the old days just coping with overdrafts and low yields and increasing expenses without the war on top of it. Encouraging one another, giving your time, your skills and humor. Keeping up the morale.
Still dream of the sound of the choppers coming in, the gunfire the chaos. Hearing yet another neighbor and friend had bought it. The telephones ringing two shorts and a long – the prayer chains that were underway as soon as another attack began, one would phone two each would phone two and soon at least fifty were in prayer.
So many miracles, so much joy, so many friends, so much courage, so many tears. So long ago now – many already gone forever but we remember, this was our war against the whole world.