Normally, I've got enough sense to stay out of threads like this. But I think I'll try adding a couple of observations without offending any body or stirring the pot excessively.
I was doing some research for a project a couple of years ago and looked up statistics on murder and violent crime. I was surprised to find that the number of homicides and violent crimes per capita has actually decreased since the 1970s. That didn't seem right. As I continued to check the numbers I started to notice a few things.
The number of actual murders and violent crimes did increase, but not as fast as the population. The us population estimate for 1970 was 203,211,926*. The Estimate for 2010 was 308,745,538*.
Disaster Center** lists 16,000 murders and 738,820 violent crimes for 1970 and 14,748 murders and 1,246,248 violent crimes for 2010.
That makes the per capita murders .079 per million and violent crimes 3.63 per million for the year 1970. Murders were .051 per million and violent crimes were 2.45 per million for the year 2010.
Your odds of being murdered or violently attacked is less now that it was in 1970.
So why does it seem so obvious that we live in a much more dangerous world?
My thoughts are that even though the odds of us becoming victims is lower, the actual numbers have gone up. As a result, we hear of more crime. Additionally we were still much more regional in the 70s. Unless the crime was horrific, it didn't make the national news. We heard mostly about attacks and murders geographically close to us. Then you only heard about it twice at most. Once in the newspaper, and once on the two or three local TV stations you could get.
Now we hear about crime from all over the country from any of the 200+ cable channels you get, the newspaper, and the Internet. Especially the Internet. You'll see it on Facebook, the boards you belong to, and receive a dozen e-mails about crimes you'd have never heard about before.
Finally, there seems to me to be a change in the nature of the crimes. Now days, it seems so random. It's likely to be a little girl who just happened to be on the wrong street corner when a couple of drug dealers started shooting it out. Back in the day, you'd hear that Billy Bob killed Sammy Joe. Well hell, we all knew that was coming if Sammy didn't stop sleeping with Billy's old lady. It was still a murder, but it didn't seem as bad somehow. We could understand it.
I think about the days when I'd get up before light an head to the deer woods to hunt a couple of hours before school. I'd leave my .243 in the gun rack of the truck, then head straight for the woods as soon as the last bell rang. I remember my football coach showing me how to get a better edge on the pocket knife you could always find in my pocket. I do miss those aspects of the old days.
But then I had my cancerous bladder cut out and replaced with a new one in a procedure first tried in the 1980s. The chance that I'd have had access to an MRI to detect the condition before the 1990's is extremely slim. My favorite motorcycle wasn't available until 1997.
There are things from the good old days that people growing up in the first and second decade of the 21st century will miss. But they will also have opportunities we couldn't have dreamed of.
It's OK to have fond memories of our childhood, but I think we do ourselves a disservice if we lament past too much. The creator has given us time as a one way stream. I'm sure he had his reason, and I'm equally sure it's for our benefit.
OK, getting a nose bleed from the altitude up here on the soap box, so I'll hop off now.
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https://www.tsl.state.tx.us/ref/abouttx/census.html**
http://www.disastercenter.com/crime/uscrime.htm