This was a post I wrote yesterday, on
Facebook:
Dear God! We are a nation under siege. When is
enough enough? How many more people must die or be maimed by gun violence?!
The answer is NOT to put more guns on the
streets! Don't quote the 2nd amendment to me - it calls for a well regulated
militia. These terrorists - the white men who believe they are acting for God
or race or political bent - who carry semi-automatic rifles that can strafe a
plaza - or a baseball field or a church or a business or (pick a place, any
place) - and mow down human beings to show their might and power and hatred -
these terrorists can pick up their guns and bullets without a care! It is more
difficult to get a driver's license than a gun license.
Dear God - when will enough be enough?
Someone I don't know commented on it -
"The criminals will get their guns one way or another," implying this
was a good reason why gun control won't work and shouldn't be pursued.
Here's the thing - of *course* criminals will
always get their guns! I'M NOT WORRIED ABOUT THE FUCKING CRIMINALS!
- I'm worried about the mentally ill person
who can readily buy a gun.
- I'm worried about the white supremacist
skinhead who can legally buy a gun.
- I'm worried about the nice parents down the
block who buy a gun to protect their family whose child ends up dead because
said child found the gun - or MY child getting killed by their gun because he
was over playing at their house and someone found the gun
- I'm worried about the guy whose pissed off
at his wife or his girlfriend or boss or co-worker or the world who decides to
do something about it
Of course the criminals will get their guns.
We have law enforcement to deal with that, and it's by no means perfect or even
relatively effective. But gun control laws were never meant to deal with that
issue!
Good God people! We created this battlefield
all by ourselves. This blood is on our hands. Somehow, we deified the NRA and
the 2nd amendment, and we build altars to their godhood daily. And you know - it's
all of us. We are all culpable in this passion play.
We wring our hands and offer thoughts and
prayers as if that were enough. We shake our heads in sorrow, in anger, in
bewilderment - and then we go on with our lives, until the next time, and the
next time, and the time after that. Because there will always be a
next time. And we will be just as culpable and just as sad and bewildered and
angry.
Here are some cold hard facts, gleaned from the Center for Disease Control
- On an average day,
93 Americans will be killed with guns
- Those 93 deaths
daily? Seven of them will be kids or teens.
- Nearly 12,000
people will die.
victims of gun homicide, annually
- For every one
person killed by a gun, two more will be injured
- Every month, 50 women
will be shot by their intimate partner
- When a gun is present in a
situation of domestic violence, the risk of the woman
being killed increases fivefold
- The American gun
homicide rate is 25 times higher, on average, than other high income
countries. The US makes up 42% of the population of that group, but
accounts for 82% of the gun deaths.
What will it take?
We thought Columbine would do it, didnt we. I could have sworn we did.So I
went searching, to find out how many mass shootings
there had been since that deadly, horrifying
kick-you-in-the-gut-and-take-your-breath-away massacre at Columbine High
School in April, 1999. Funny thing - my research took me back to 1984 (a
prescient year, to be sure; I'm sure I could have gone further - I chose to
stop there). That was the year a man walked into a McDonald's in San Ysidro,
California and opened fire, killing 21 and wounding 19.
Between San Ysidro (1984) and Columbine (1999),
there were nine other mass shootings - a total of 11 shootings in all at that
time. The total number of dead iwas 112. One hundred twelve lives snuffed out, and one hundred fifty-nine wounded - physically. God only knows the countless
others whose wounds are not visible to the eye. Angry men. Hurt and damaged
boys. Empty people who wanted to punish, who wanted to hurt, who wanted to
kill. Who wanted to die. They grabbed a gun - a rifle, a shotgun, a handgun, a
semiautomatic rifle - and sprayed bullets and pain and death all around them.
Columbine hit us like a wave of frigid water.
It shocked us all. It sickened us all. We wept with all of the families whose
worlds were destroyed that day in April. And we swore it would never happen
again. Didn't we? Of course we did! We had to have. I mean, this wasn't some
gangland war on the mean streets of some city. This wasn't some pissed off guy
with a chip on his shoulder who shot up his girlfriend's office in an effort to
show her just how much he loved her and what lengths he'd go to make her stay.
This wasn't supposed to happen - not here!
This was middle class suburbia, mostly white America. This was a couple of
kids! White kids, who, seemingly out of nowhere, walked into their school and
opened fire on classmates and teachers alike. It wasn't until later that we
found out they had an arsenal of guns at their fingertips, all legally owned by
their parents. It wasn't until later that we learned they were Outsiders,
bullied and marginalized and unstable.
So we learned, We learned from the harshest
teacher, this most brutal lesson. We learned, and so we declared it wouldn't happen again.
Until it did. Three months later, in Atlanta.
Two months after that, in Fort Hood. And two more months. And then the
next month. Again and again. Over and over. The killings never stopped. People
who'd been fired, or passed over, or left - they took it out on the people they
worked with or loved or hated or feared. Who the fuck knows?
From Columbine to Virginia Tech - the
next of the "big" ones, the shootings that really shook us up. that
seem to have a more permanent status in our heads (except, of course, if your
world was rocked by one of the "minor" shootings, the ones that faded
more quickly from public view) - from April, 1999 - April 2007: 13 mass
shootings. Ninety-seven dead, seventy-four walking wounded.
We learned. We learned how to use social media
to notify students and faculty that there was a potential madman on the loose.
It would have been nice to learn how to keep guns out of the hands of the
madmen. Almost a year later (with only one other mass shooting and eight dead
along the way), Northern Illinois University was hit by its own disgruntled student. Again, we activated the notification system, keeping those
kids not in the lecture hall on lockdown and safe. We lost only five souls that
day. It could have been so much worse.
But we learned. And it won't happen again. We
won't let it happen again.
Binghamton, NY: April 2009, 13 dead, 4 wounded
Fort Hood, TX: November 2009, 13 dead, 32 wounded
Huntsville, AL: February 2010, 3 dead, 3 wounded
Manchester, CT: August 2010, 8 dead, 2 wounded
Tucson, AZ: August 2011, 6 dead, 11 wounded
Seal Beach, CA: October 2011, 8 dead, 1 wounded
Oakland, CA: April 2012, 7 dead, 3 wounded
Aurora, CO: July 2012 - another one of the "big names" in mass
killings. This was the madman who shot up the midnight showing of a Batman
movie, killing 12 and wounding 58.
Oak Creak, WI: 6 killed, 3 wounded in a Sikh temple where
people were at worship
Minneapolis, MN: September 2012, 6 killed, 2 wounded
Brookfield, WI: October 2012, 3 killed, 4 wounded
Newton, CT: December 2012, Sandy Hook Elementary School. This
brought a nation to its knees. Stories of courage beyond what anyone could have
imagined. The faces of those sweet, sweet kids, getting ready for the holidays.
The teachers and administrators who did all that they could, and then did more.
The parents whose children died. In all, 27 people - adults and kids - died.
Were murdered.
And we declared we had had enough. We declared
that this madness would end. We shouted "never again!" to anyone who
would listen, and to many who wouldn't. We were done learning these
lessons. We got it. Surely Congress would listen now! Surely Congress
would no longer bow to the pressure of the NRA and other pro-gun lobbyists, not
with all we had been through. Right?
Between Sandy Hook and the Charleston
Church shooting almost exactly three years later, there were five gun mass
murders, a mere 36 deaths. I mean, really - they should barely count, right?
Except they do count. As do the 13
other mass shootings that happened between then and yesterday, June 14, 2017. On that day, we saw two mass shootings, a continent apart. One in Virginia in,
in the shadow of the capitol -where thank God no one was killed! - and San
Francisco, where three were killed and two wounded.
In all, from what I thought would be five or
six notorious cases of brutality and murder (because who can keep all of that
death front and center? Life refuses to stop, or even slow down long enough to
process these atrocities in their moments, and after a while, they seem to melt
and fuse into one another, because how different are they, when it comes right down
to it?) turned into 56 separate incidents of some guy (ok; there were
two women who made it on the list; still...), some guy, some kid, some
bruised and battered and broken person took out a gun and opened fire to
assuage some inner demon.
From 1984 - 2017, 404 people have been
killed in a mass shooting. I can't even start on those who've been killed
individually. In Chicago alone, there were 762 homicides in 2016; 90% were a
result of gun violence. Overall, there were 4,368 shootings here last year. We're
almost at 1,000 this year, and we haven't even hit summer yet, which is when
the temperature and the assault rates rise almost exponentially.
Let me remind you where all of this started: I
don't give a flying fuck about criminals and their gins. In almost every single
case of these mass shootings, the guns these mass murderers used were purchased legally, owned legally.
Could very well have been concealed legally. In the blink of an eye, these sick
individuals to their guns and ended the lives of so many.
The blink of an eye.
Do you really think that arming everybody
would have stopped these murders? Even in those cases where the Authorities
(whomever They may be) had an inkling that something might not be quite right in the head with these murderers, everyone was caught off guard. And no, I don't want to
debate how many may have been saved in the seconds that someone on the
battlefield may have had a gun, may have had the presence of mind to whip it
out in the next blink of an eye, may have known how to use said gun, may have
hit their target (the gunman) and not some other innocent who happened to be standing in the way (or close enough to it).
Arming everyone to the teeth is a recipe for
disaster.
We here in America seem to be the jumpy,
hair-trigger gun-toting murder capital o the world. Remember that statistic,
way up there? The American gun homicide rate is 25 times higher than other high
income nations. Last year, the rate of death by gun violence in the US (per
100,000) was 10.2; in the UK, it was .2, 1.1 in Germany, 2.3 in Canada, 2.8 in France
(according to a CBS news story).
It's the guns. It's the ease of access to the
guns. It's the people who can get the guns, in all their angry, crazy, messed up
lives. It's the inconsistencies from state to state. It's the loopholes and
work-arounds that make what little control we have immaterial. It's the fucking
NRA and their chokehold on Congress. It's the lobbyists and spineless
politicians who put money before constituents. It's greed. It's
short-sightedness and expediency. It's poverty and lack of education and gangs
and ignorance and stupidity and arrogance.
It's death. Ugly, painful, nasty, brutish
murder by bullet, and it knows no race, no socio-economic bracket, no gender,
no religion, no political party. WE have created this battlefield. WE have
condoned this culture. OUR hands are bloody. We cannot point a finger if we do
not include ourselves, because we wring our hands and weep and keep these nameless,
faceless victims and their families in our thoughts and prayers, and then we go
on and live our lives, shifting a bit uncomfortably when we listen to the news,
and we shake our heads when we hear about the latest atrocity, and we raise our
voices, demanding change.
And nothing really seems to have changed.
And so we have 404 people gunned down, their blood soaking into the ground that rises up in horror. Have we had enough yet?
Every man's death diminishes me. I fear I have
almost disappeared under the weight of all this death.
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