Letter: Accountability begins at home

When I was a kid, I stole a candy bar from the Midway Farmers Market after Catechism class. When my Mom found out about it she spanked me, gave me a quarter and took me back to the store where I had to confess my crime to Bill (owner of store) and pay for the candy bar. I never set foot in the store again, choosing instead to wait by the gas pumps for Mom to pick me up after CCD. My shame was so great.

Today, we have on TV a reality show brought forth as the result of a sex tape, a presidential candidate whose aide was given immunity by the Department of Justice for his cooperation in an email server scandal, and a whole host of other examples where there seems to be no shame but rather a steppingstone of sorts to celebrity or a continuing sense of entitlement. I could go on and on about corrupt bankers, politicians and even the clergy.

How have we devolved so far so fast? I don't blame it on a political party or secularism. Shame and accountability for our actions begin at home with our parents, peers and extended family. I don't believe in dogma, but I do believe in accountability. I know I can't be the only person who feels this.

Rob Randall

Marion