I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of hearing about these ‘school shootings’. Yes. Kids die. Young lives snapped like twigs. Bodies on the sidewalk. Yadayadayada.
Why is this news? We’ve already made the decision about guns in America. The 2nd Amendment guarantees the right of anyone to buy as many guns and as much ammunition as they can carry.
We’ve all agreed.
The only thing worse than the the rerun of sobbing children and pale shaking moms is the political posturing. For God’s sake, change the channel.
Why watch reruns on the news when there is so much new to stream on Netflix and Comcast?
Worried about missing some tidbit? I can tell you what will happen. I’m like a fortune teller with a crystal ball, waving her hands over the glowing orb. The Democrats will call for gun control. The Republicans will yell about rights. Lobbyists will plunk down wads of untraceable cash. (Oops, my bad. Will wire untraceable bitcoins.) Spoiler Alert! The gun lobby wins.
A parade of parents will look into the camera with hollowed-out eyes.
Yawn! We’ve all seen this movie before, and will see it over and over again. In color and sound – rat tat tat goes the assault riffle. If only we had smell-o-vision and could breathe in the metallic taste of blood.
What? You want to judge me?
In a day or two this shooting will blend into a red swirl at the back of your consciousness. It will join all of the others. Maybe the kindergartners at Sandy Hook will stand out. Maybe not.
If one molecule of your body cared for these children you’d be out in the streets today protesting. You’d refuse to eat, sleep, work, until assault riffles were banned and every gun in the United States was registered.
But that’s not who you are.
And to be honest, that’s not who I am either.
Pity the children of this awful, God-forsaken country.
Let’s hit the streets. I’m ready to protest. Will they fire me if I don’t show up at work??
Kidlit authors are supporting the walkout on March 14th, and many are going to the #MarchForOurLives. That’s a start.