My mother compelled me to write this. Over the last week, the students from Stoneman Douglas High demanded that, for once, constructive action be taken about gun violence. As I heard the same, tired, useless arguments hurled back at them, I found myself weeping and crushed. It took me until today to realize why I feel so badly this time. My mom, the teacher. I am writing for her, because she can’t do it for herself.
We’ve had another mass shooting in America. Another school shooting. I’ve written about this and guns previously. I’ve never gotten much of a reaction to what I wrote, so I guess it barked up the wrong tree. This time, I thought I’d just express some thoughts bouncing off the walls in my head about guns and Prohibition, with no definitive conclusions. Continue reading
Well, in all my years I ain’t never heard, seen nor smelled an issue that was so dangerous it couldn’t be talked about.
Psst! America? You’re old enough now. It’s time for us sit down and talk about some things.
No, not about the birds and the bees. Not this time anyway. Although it does include other animals. Elephants, to be precise.
No, we need to chat about mass shootings in this country. It’s long overdue. And that means you have to include those gun-shaped elephants in the room.