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1/29/2009 - Trapped In An Elevator
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1/01/2008 - First Blog


Criminology Textbooks
How my little known letter to the editor became a part of required reading.

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Moaning, arguing, and criticizing are not only fun, but they can bring fame and credibility as well. Everyone loves a squeaky wheel!

As a perfect example, I will bring up my favorite subject: Myself.

I recently purchased a book that happened to quote me. And why was I quoted? Because I was complaining.

When I was 17, the state and local governments proposed several new restrictions on everyone's favorite age group-- teenagers. The idea of these laws was to combat bad parenting by transforming the government into a good parent or, at the very least, a good big brother. Given the severe lack of teens in the Florida legislature, it was no surprise when these laws passed.

New curfews, punishments, and driving restrictions were enacted to control this wild and unruly portion of the population. Middle aged adults and senior citizens flocked the streets in manic celebration-just because they could (at least, I assume that's what happened… I wasn't really allowed out to see).

Boy-howdy, this was upsetting to those of us who weren't full-time troublemakers. Without a voting course of recourse (yes, I know what I just said), I wrote to the Orlando Sentinel.

When they published my letter, the editor gave it a catchy title that was clearly in touch with the youth at the time-- "I don't understand why teens get such a bad rap." For the record, I would never, ever, put "bad" and "rap" in the same sentence. I have far too much respect for what that genre of music has accomplished.

I continued my complaining for the next few months, following up with more letters and even a speech or two. I hammered in the point that not all teens were trouble. It probably would have been best if I parted ways with my street gang at the time, but the knife fighting really helped calm me down before giving those speeches.

A few years went by, and I gradually forgot about the letter. The soothing tunes of Rap music had become my escape. I had moved on to college, and lost the credibility to complain about issues that were no longer my own. When I was a junior, however, a publisher phoned me asking if they could quote my letter. I turned down my rap music long enough to listen to what she had to say.

A group of authors writing a textbook on criminology were interested in my old letter to the editor. They would undoubtedly "rip ol' Jeff a new one" as the publisher stated, but I would get to see my name in print. Not finding anything wrong with this, I gave my permission and never heard another word from them.

That was ten years ago.

Last week, I decided to update my links page with more "links to everything Lofvers" (again, favorite subject: ME). Thanks to the magic of the interweb, I was able to locate an obscure textbook by the name of "Criminology and the Criminal Justice System" by Adler, Mueller, and Laufer.

I should point out that I remembered very little about my initial letter. I would have quoted the whole thing for you here, but I can't seem to locate a complete copy. Sure, I can see it at the Orlando Sentinel website, but they want $3.95 to read the archives. That's almost four dollars! Why should I have to pay to read my own writing? That goes against everything I've ever stood for in my entire life.

So anyway, I bought the book that quoted my letter. It cost a fortune but it arrived on Thursday.

My quote was in the midst of a discussion regarding pro-social behavior and the reasons people avoid committing delinquent acts. Try to contain your excitement. In order to give an example of a negative belief, they used my quote regarding driving restrictions:

"This type of prejudice insults me as an individual, but I am helpless because I can't vote. Then again, it's not as if any of the new legislation is affecting me, right? Why should I have any say in my own life? After all, I'm just a teen."

Ah, precious sarcasm.

Rather than going on to praise my courage and independence, the authors then went off on a tangent about young people being more likely to commit delinquent acts if they feel that laws are unfair. I'd quote directly what the authors had to say, but it's really not all that important. What IS important is the fact that my complaining was so loud and so whiney, that I was rewarded with a semblance of fame and notoriety.

Oh sure, today's teenagers are subjected to even more restrictions and regulations. Whether they're tried as adults, or kept off their own street after dark, life can be pretty unfair. But when they reach college just a few years from now, they can look forward to reading MY words and studying their meaning.

In the end, I think that's what's truly important.

Jeff's Moral For The Day: If you wish to get far in life, hard work and diligence is nothing when compared to the ultimate power of complaint.