After reading the front page of this morning's Dominion Post, I have been unable to restrain a hobby horse and it has set out for a bit of a canter, nay (neigh?) gallop.
To summarise the story, some person or persons unknown removed some white crosses from the side of Wellington's "killer highway". A grieving mother is distraught because of this act of despicable and uncompassionate barbarism.
At this point the hobby horse bolts...
1. Her son didn't die at the scene of the now missing cross. He died two days later in hospital. Put the white cross up there. St Johns would be really pissed off if the families of people who died in ambulances wanted to erect white crosses at the scene of death. Transit would be annoyed if the families of people who died in the middle of a road wanted to erect crosses there. Etc.
2. Was her son a Christian? If not, leave the cross thing alone. It is (or should be) a symbol of resurrection, not of random death.
3. If Transit realigns or replaces a stretch of road where there are white crosses, what happens to the crosses?
4. I am particularly incensed by what has, in recent years, become a "white cross industry". Some of these are more than crosses, they're shrines! And they are distracting and a blot on the landscape.
5. New Zealanders are accepting of road deaths. Bunging white crosses on the side of the road neither serves as a warning or a reminder. It is an act of self-indulgent grief.
The point of this post isn't to denigrate people's sense of loss of a close friend or family member, or to belittle road deaths. It is about people being sensible as to how they grieve.
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