Time to talk red flag laws. Listening to those who work on forwarding constructive solutions to gun violence, I hear a common story. If you can take the time to go through what is proposed, step-by-step, one-on-one, it can allay a lot of concerns and dispel a lot of misunderstandings.
Taking that lesson, I wrote an article going through the details of red flag laws. With the help of Representative Robert Wittenberg, I went beyond the talking points so many throw out there without understanding what is really going on. Instead I broke down what exactly red flag laws are, how they work, and what they actually do. Please take a look:
Torchlight Media: Everything You Need to Know about Red Flag Laws
WARNING: POTENTIALLY UPSETTING DISCUSSION
Violated. Yesterday I felt broken. Today, I realize that a big part of that is I feel violated. I have had so many emotions and thoughts churning inside me regarding the most recent mass shootings, but this one had to come out.
Last Sunday, a gunman injured several people and killed three at a food festival. The people killed were 6, 13, and 25 years old. The future of America murdered by our present reality.
So, I thought I should lay out some of the statistics on gun violence in this country. This is just the tip of the iceberg. The reality is that we do have a problem with gun violence in America, and it disproportionately affects our young people, women, and minorities. We need to do better. We need to grow up.
We are fast approaching an important personal anniversary for me. I find myself today bubbling over with jumbled emotions and thoughts, so I thought I’d share a few.
Nearly a year ago, on February 14, 2018, students and teachers at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida were gunned down by a young man using an AR-15 style semi-automatic rifle. Seventeen people died, and seventeen more were injured. In the shooting’s wake, I found I could not go on as I had been. It clearly wasn’t enough.
A report came out from the commission investigating the Parkland shooting today.
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.