The Walking Dead & Trumping Our Own Conscience

I love all things zombie. I have never been a Trekkie or a SciFi Superfan — although I do love Marvel Films — but since I first saw The Night of the Living Dead as a pre-teen in my parent’s sunroom one summer afternoon I was hooked on all things zombie-genre. This intimate and lifelong relationship hit a new depth when The Walking Dead came on AMC. It was the zombie genre that I loved but extended beyond the disappointingly too-short time frame of a film, and it was so well curated that it elevated itself beyond its primarily horror base and into the field of what I would consider a morality play. Each week, with metaphors about belief, faith, love, life, and survival, it delved into the deepest layers of human nature. It told the story of us, society, all of us, being played out in front of a post-apocolyptic background. Each week offered something to be considered about not just who the characters were but who we all are, as their struggles mirrored our own, particularly in this particular era of the United States where hate and fear have begun to run as rampant as a mysterious virus, taking over so much of our populous.
I want to articulate here that I do not write about electoral politics. In this case I still don’t think what I am about to discuss is electoral politics. I do feel, in morality tale style, there is a deep calling to all of us to talk about conscience, morality and human decency when it is flagrantly being violated. Much in in the same way my favorite morality play — The Walking Dead — exposes and explores the depths of humanity, in all its beauty and blemishes.



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