I’m not talking about significant others or whether or not Booth should or should not be having sex with them. I’m not talking about whether Brennan’s willingness to discredit the truth for Booth’s sake is a betrayal of her character. I’m talking about this:
A woman, her two children (a son and a daughter), and one of her friends are in their home when a man breaks in. He kills the mother, the son and the friend, taking the 13 year old daughter and locking her up in his basement. The woman does not report for work, and so one of her co-workers goes to her home to check up on her; there she sees blood and she calls the police who open an investigation.
Somehow, the man is found out, and the police find the girl locked up in his basement. He’s arrested on kidnapping charges. And later, he admits to where he stashed his victims. Police listen to what he says, and sure enough, in an approximately 50 feet tall hollowed out tree, there are garbage bags stuffed with cut up human body parts identified later as the three victims and the family dog.
Is this a spoiler? A future episode of BONES where Booth interrogates the man, and Brennan and her team do DNA tests?
No; it’s a real case that happened 45 miles from my home.
As my dad said the other day, “Don’t have anything to be thankful for? How about this…no one in your family was found chopped up in a garbage bag this week”. And yeah, I can be thankful for that, but I’m still…furious. It makes me so angry! As Booth would say…it’s just not right. It’s wrong.
A baby’s mother is killed for a business transaction; a boy’s finger is cut off as part of a power play; a good man is forced to act as a human Santa-bomb.
A smart and artsy girl with passion and a bright future breaks her leg and during a routine surgery receives a cancer ridden bone graft.
A young man is torn between his family’s heritage and the prodigious gift and love he has for playing the piano. At the wrong place at the wrong time, he’s murdered.
A leukemia survivor, holding a subway ticket and a new lease on life, is killed instantly in a fluke accident.
Three young boys (maybe more) are killed by a woman who is too smart for anyone’s good. She stuns them and buries them alive, taunting their parents and law officials with unrealistic demands.
Teenage girls are captured and forced to endure their greatest fears in slow agonizing deaths. Snakes, spiders, etc.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
A boy with a strong body and a good heart finds himself protecting himself and his younger brother from their alcoholic abusive father. As he grows older, he finds himself warring with his inner awareness of good and wanting to make things right vs. the reality of his life. Things come to a head, and it’s almost over, but because of the intervention of his grandfather, he lives. He grows even older, still a good guy, trying to do the best he can. He finds himself good at something…really good. But this good thing? It’s shooting to kill with deadly accuracy. So again…more tension. He’s doing good and killing at the same time. How does he justify that? Being a sniper, he took a lot of lives, and what he’d like to do before he’s done is, “try and catch as many murderers.” And now he’s a good man, trying to do the best he can. And sometimes, it just doesn’t work out that way.
A young girl with a brilliant mind and a sweet curiosity finds herself getting teased for those very things. She finds solace in her family; her mother who seems to really understand her and support her, her father who has always taken time to explain new scientific theories to her, and her brother who, despite being older and more popular, makes sure she’s okay. And then she finds herself completely alone in the world. Moved from foster family to foster family, she suffers neglect, ridicule and is locked in the trunk of a car. Still, her mind and her will keep her alive, and she survives, using her curiosity as a tool to learn more. She sees “a face on every skull…can look at the bones and tell you how they walked, where they hurt”. Her mind is still as sharp, and her curiosity as sweet and sometimes, she gets hurt.
In his Poetics, Aristotle attributes catharsis with tragedy, mentioning the pity and fear we experience alongside of it. Some argue it presents the case that people secretly like tragedies as it provides an outlet for emotions and an underlying (and sometimes subconscious) security in the knowledge that “at least I don’t have to deal with that in my life”. And to a point, I’ll agree with that. But still…I want to be furious at the mistreatment of people in the world.
There’s a line in an old Relient K song about the ‘double edged sword of being lazy and being bored”. I don’t want to be like that, but I know that I can be sometimes. Do you know the feeling? It doesn’t seem possible to love until you’ve had your heart broken for something. I don’t want to be emotionless, even if it hurts sometimes. It’s sort of like Booth said in Gamer in the Grease. He was talking about someone hurting a person’s child, but I think there is an allowance that as humans to feel like, “your own heart rises up, gets fierce.”
I know I’ve described before how I first fell in love with BONES because of the desperation Booth felt for justice and Brennan for the truth. Neither of them are perfect, but they have good hearts. The unfair cruelty infuriates them as much as all of us. They’ll continue to fight for the truth and justice, and I’ll do the same to the best of my ability, and that’s (one reason) why I’m thankful for BONES.
Peace, Love & Bones,