So, let’s be frank—I am a hypocrite creatively. If I could paint the content of my stories a color it would most likely be gray.
I grew up like most of my friends in Iowa in the ‘80s and ‘90s with a steady stream of depictions of violence and aggression in cinema, TV, video games, comics, music, and yes—sports. Blood thirst is indiscriminate. It all fuels the same ticking cultural time bomb.
It was for me and for many of my suburban white friends a chance to live dangerously… but now that I’m a father and I’ve tested limits and lived with the consequences, I’ve seen what misdirected passion can result in.