I haven’t mentioned the shooting in Highland Park – at a Fourth of July parade – because I honestly don’t know what to say anymore. I’ve been fighting for gun control since my student was murdered by a 17 year old girl using an illegal handgun. If you want to know how many years ago that was, it was two months almost to the day before I met Don. Twenty-eight years.
There are times when I lose hope for this country. There are times – increasingly more often – that I am ashamed to be an American. If I were younger, I’d move out of the country.
The image I kept seeing online the day of the shooting was of a two year old boy being held by someone with appeals to find his family. Now we know that both of his parents were murdered by the gunman. I can’t get that boy’s sweet face out of my mind.
What kind of country allows these weapons of war to be easily accessible?
For every damn argument we get from the right about mental health or doors or ‘all we need are good guys with guns,’ or arming teachers; there is only one truth. It’s the guns. It’s the NRA. It’s the politicians who are bought and paid for by the NRA. All the ‘right to life’ people don’t care about life after birth. Once you’re born, it’s every child and adult for himself.
There were armed police – presumably good guys with guns – at the parade. They couldn’t stop him.
There were armed police in Uvalde. And you know how ineffectual they were.
Anyway, nothing you’re hearing from me is new. I’ve said it in one way or another before.
I’m sick at heart. I despise what this country has become.
On another note, the next January 6th Committee hearing is next Tuesday at 10 am EST.
Stay safe.
Happy Wednesday.