Showing posts with label Failure to Launch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Failure to Launch. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Michael, Nikolas and Other Lost Children

Michael

Sometime in my child's third year, he began spending three mornings a week at a daycare center.  It was a nice place, and he was happy there.

Several months after he started, a new child joined the group.  I'll call him Michael.  

Michael had a very young single mother who was overwhelmed.  She dropped him off first thing in the morning and picked him up just as the daycare workers were turning off the lights at the end of the day.

Michael was only two years old, but he unsettled the whole place.  He spat and cursed at the other children.  He grabbed their toys and threw them away.  He hit children and the very nice daycare workers.

After these incidents, his designated daycare mother would pick Michael up, wrap him in her arms and sit with him in a rocking chair for a long while.  Sometimes she would do this early in the morning after he arrived.  She met his aggression and anger with love.

It had no effect.
  
Michael didn't teach himself to swear or spit or attack other children.  He didn't see other children doing those things at the daycare center.  He learned this at home.   He was not yet three years old, and his own mother was avoiding him.  He was incapable of trusting even a generous, loving adult.  

My child began to dread the daycare center.  "No Michael!" he'd yell from the back seat as we drove there in the mornings.  After a while, we transferred him to a preschool that didn't have a Michael enrolled.  

I don't know what happened to Michael, but my guess is that other children avoided him all the way through high school.  It would not surprise me to learn that Michael is in prison today.  


Nikolas 

Like Michael, Nikolas was born to a single mother.  Two years later, she had a second son with a different father.  Two months after the second child was born, both boys were adopted by a married couple in their 40s.

It is fair to conclude that motherhood hadn't gone well for Nikolas' birth mother or her son in his first two years of life.  Certainly his father wasn't a steadying influence. 

It is a truism that adopted children have a more difficult time in childhood.  A second truism is that children adopted shortly after they are born do better than children adopted later.  

Nikolas had his adopted father for only three years; the man died of a heart attack in 2004.  

After a middle school career marked by 25 disciplinary referrals, Nikolas was transferred to a small, very structured program designed for students with emotional and behavioral issues like his -- which in his case also included diagnoses of attention deficit disorder and autism.  

Then he was pulled out of the one-on-one program and dumped into a 3,000-student high school -- when "he was not ready," according to a special education teacher in the district.  Not surprisingly, he reverted to his former behavior and ultimately was expelled.  

Then, several months ago, Nikolas' adoptive mother died of flu complications.

More from the special education teacher:  "We failed him, and now we have dead children because of a system that didn't work." 

Nikolas is Nikolas Cruz, the 19-year-old who shot and killed 17 students and teachers at the high school in Florida.  

Virtually everyone who dealt with him said he was difficult, withdrawn, strange and angry.  That he cut himself when frustrated.  That on a good day he was ignored by his classmates. That on bad days he was belittled and bullied constantly. 

We can guess that his early childhood, like Michael's, had something to do with this.  We can wonder whether even the best school could have turned Nikolas' life around instead of making him just a bit less miserable.

A neighbor of Nikolas' family said these things about him to a local newspaper reporter.


“He was ostracized his whole life.”

“He would bang his head with his hands, and often lose control 

over minor things, like loud sounds.”


“His mother made a major push to have him lead a normal life.  

But toward the end of her life, she really had given up.’’



The Big Point

We must reserve our greatest sympathy for the 17 dead at the high school in Florida.  

We also must hold Nikolas to account for what he has done.

BUT.  It is time to acknowledge that we have a lot of children facing unusual stress now.  While 91 percent of children lived with their married parents in 1960, only between 50 and 60 percent do so today.  The number of ADHD diagnoses increased more than 50 percent between 2003 and 2015.  Our public schools are fine if you can afford a house in the right neighborhood and mediocre-to-poor if you have less money.  Church participation -- which is associated with better health and civic engagement -- has been dropping at an accelerated pace since the millennial generation, a concern no matter what you think of organized religion.  


For some young men, the idea of shooting up a school has become the only imaginable path to glory, and in some of those cases, parents have stupidly bought guns for their maladjusted children.  

Worse, murder has for years been the leading cause of death for young African American men.

All my friends can name young people who have failed to launch, who have traded their futures for the comfort of opiates and who have have killed themselves deliberately.  Anyone who lives in a city has seen able-bodied young men "choosing" to live aimless lives on the streets.

In short, the traditional guard rails are gone.  We bring this up mostly after school shootings, but there are many other warning signs and we never seem to connect the dots. 

Ours is by many measures the most successful country in world history.  But you wouldn't know it if you looked only at what is going on with our children.  


Update 

A 2019 interview with the father of one of the dead Florida students assigns 50 percent of the blame to school and police systems.  He makes some good points.



Friday, June 12, 2015

Gregory of Jersey City

Gregory
 There is a young man named Gregory who grew up in Jersey City, New Jersey.  Not much information is available online about his childhood. 

At 14, he was a steady scorer on the Stars, a Rec League basketball team.  He also ran track at his school that year.

Then Gregory disappeared from view until June 2, 2014, when he was 19.

At 3:45 a.m. that morning, Gregory and another man, both armed with handguns, approached four men and demanded money and drugs.  One of the four took a gold chain from his neck and handed it over.  

The four men ran in different directions.  One headed for his car with Gregory and his accomplice in pursuit.  They fired three shots at the car, missing the driver, who managed to get away. 

A week later, Gregory did something much worse.


Two Murders

Around 11:45 p.m. on June 9, Gregory shot a 9-mm Smith and Wesson handgun at two men who were sitting in a car on a residential street in Jersey City.   

The shots woke a neighbor, who went outside and found one man with blood on his face.  He was sitting against the door of a car and gasping for breath.  Another man was lying on the street, moaning and writhing in pain.  

Ambulances took both men to the hospital.  One had been shot in the torso, the other in the head.  Seven hours later, both had died.

Police established quickly that Gregory had had a beef with one of the men, a 22-year-old new father who had attended Catholic schools and a technology academy. 

Here is what that man's sister said:

      "As far as I know there were words going back and forth (between them) and 
      it got escalated in social media. These kids want to kill each other for words.  He 
      and my brother had a personal problem.  It was a situation that could have been
      resolved by talking like grown men."

The other dead man was described as a nice, easygoing guy, 21 years old and in the wrong place at the wrong time. 

Friends and relatives put up a makeshift shrine where the shooting occurred.




Later in 2014, an older Jersey City woman died.  She seems to have been Gregory's mother. Here is what a friend wrote about her on an online memorial book.

      "A Friend, an advisor, a second mother our angel. She would help anyone,her
       cooking, her friendship, her wisdom. She taught us so much, she always told 
       me she and God where good friends. I am comforted in knowing Mildred is 
       with  her God now. Our angel has now gone home no more suffering no more 
       pain just peace. God bless you, we will all miss you rest in peace."


Justice

Yesterday Gregory returned to court.  He admitted that he had committed all the crimes described above and accepted the plea deal  offered by the prosecution.

Here is his sentence:  He will serve 30 years, consecutively and with no chance of parole, for each of the two shooting deaths.  Then he will begin to serve a 15-year sentence for the other crimes with no chance of parole until he serves more than 12 years of that sentence. 

Gregory is now 20 years old.  He has 300 days of jail time to credit against his sentence.  He will be eligible for parole when he is 92.

In recent court appearances, Gregory has worn a beard and a muslim cap called a kufi.

Yesterday, he said, "I'd like to apologize . . . I'm deeply remorseful for my action, and I know nothing I say will change what I've done."

Later, as he was being led out of the courtroom, Gregory turned to family members of one of his victims.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" he said to them.

A man jumped up from a visitor's bench and lurched toward Gregory.

"What did you say?"  he asked.

His family and sheriff's officers pulled him back as Gregory was taken away to pay his debt to society.


End 

What is sad about this is that it is not unusual.  In New Jersey, we read reports of criminals and victims with different details but the same sad results just about every month.

I don't believe Gregory was born this way.  But I don't understand how a sweet, innocent baby grows up to be a man like Gregory.