The word victim is one of those words that has highly personal and negative connotations for me. Beyond the unfair nature that surrounds people who are true victims (i.e. children who are abused, adults who are violated physically, unlucky people in the path of a natural disaster), to be a victim in my mind has represented choosing to let problems overcome you. It may sound uncaring or judgmental, but I’ve always seen someone who takes on the label of being a victim as someone who has chosen to give away their power.
Before you click right off of this post with disgust over my lack of empathy, let me explain that the perceived victim that I have judged the most harshly is myself. In the past, I have not only let myself be viewed as a victim but whole-heartedly advertised myself as one. I reveled in the feeling of people feeling sorry for me because of some event that happened to me. I’m not sure where this developed in my childhood but I suspect it has to do with the fact that I never really dared to emote my true feelings when I was younger. I was always the shy smiley kid in the corner who on the inside really was terrified of life in general. When life did give me a kick in the teeth, instead of complaining I would wait for someone to notice my situation. It felt so rewarding to have someone try to stand up for me as opposed to me actually expressing my anger over it. I’m thankful that I outgrew that persona but not so proud about how long it took. I think I carried this “poor me” attitude well into my 30s.
When did I stop proudly wearing the victim pin of honor? I think it was around the time that I first learned about the power of the Law of Attraction. I realized that as long as I carried around this doomsday kind of attitude about bad luck bringing tragedies to my door, there was never going to be any kind of hope for an enriching future. I began to revel in the possibilities of the future right around the time of my niece’s birth. She was born into a family (on my side) of women who had their share of bad luck. Here are just a few of the curveballs that life has thrown at us: death of a beloved son, brother, nephew at age 27, inherited and crippling rheumatoid arthritis, being forced to give away a child (and being that child who was given away), brain cancer, leukemia, fatal car crashes, years lost to family feuds between husbands, and countless miscarriages. Yet we have many more women still standing in our family than men. It is that strength that I saw and continue to see in my niece that gives me hope for the future.
You may have noted some of the difficulties that my family faced are similar or identical to yours. I think that this is one of the messages of the song, “Victims of Life”. As they rattle off a list of the types of victimhood found in life, there is a sense of belonging and affinity which resonates alongside the jaunty guitar riffs. It almost gives off the feeling of the celebration of being a victim.
Victims of cycles, victims of life
Victims of wrong, victims of right
Victims of winning, victims of loss
Victims of payment, victims of cost
You got the victims of violence, victims of peace
You know we’re all victims, exactly like me
Victims of anything, and all the above
Victims of hate, victims of love
I think most of us can relate to feeling like victims when we have had loss, violence, or unfairness permeate our lives. But when I first heard the lyrics to this song, I immediately felt confused about the seemingly “positive” victims like those of peace, of winning, and of payment. Maybe they are alluding to the fact that your perspective of events can taint your responses to those events? Yes, you received the payment but it wasn’t what you thought you deserved. The peace brought to you may come at the cost of your pride being swallowed. And I think we can all relate to “winning” an argument only to realize that what really had worth was lost to you forever.
I think the core of my interpretation of the song hinges on the verse below:
My soul’s got a shovel, mind’s got two arms
They’re digging a trench, right through my heart
They can’t agree, except on one thing
They’ve gone too far now and they’re too close to leave
I believe what the Avett Brothers are advocating is the act of digging deep to find ways to relate to one another. There is no judgment on their part on any kind of victim because they feel that everyone is working through their own shit. By acknowledging the fact that we all are facing inner demons, we can all find ways to accept one another and to have empathy for what others are going through even if we can’t immediately relate to it.
Looking within takes lots of strength and will power. Taking what you learned about yourself and applying it to the suffering of another is an act of courage and faith. As Seth sings, if you live in fear, you’re already dead. Don’t keep yourself closed off to someone because you have fear of the pain he/she is facing. Be willing to be part of the solution and to let him/her know that you have been there too. I think that is the only kind of victim I want to be.














