For a few days now I have been telling myself I wouldn’t write about it. But it’s all I have been able to think about. So here I am, writing about it. But every time I try to find the words they evade me. How can anyone even begin to put something in words that they can’t even begin to understand themselves?
On Friday, December 14 there was a tragedy. Not just a tragedy, but one of the worst cold-blooded, malicious and unwarranted acts that I have known in my lifetime. It’s with an extremely heavy heart that I write about the second mass shooting since I started my blog in July.
While people are worrying about the world ending on December 21st, I have been realizing that the world is already ending one sick news story at a time. One movie theater, shopping mall or elementary school at a time.
The reports of what was happening in Newtown, Conneticut had me in tears. I didn’t know that I could be so consumed with grief for people I didn’t know, but I was.
It was an attack against a society’s most innocent and vulnerable sector – the babies. That’s what they were, cute and adorable babies that should have not have witnessed the world’s cruelty and harsh reality that soon. Or ever, really.
The news reports disgusted me. Between the stations reporting inaccurate facts because they wanted to be the first to report it and the fact that they were interviewing the children that survived I literally felt sick to my stomach. Have a heart rather than an interview. That little girl you just interviewed likely went through the worst trauma of her life, and you are asking her to relive it. She doesn’t know what happened, but every night for the rest of her life she is going to hear gunshots and screaming ringing in her dreams. Nice work media.
I’m getting choked up just trying to choke these words out onto the screen in front of me and the blinking cursor is beginning to taunt me. I can’t finish my thoughts, but seriously just tell the people you love how you feel about them every day. Don’t you ever miss an opportunity to say ‘I love you.’ And don’t you dare ever take the people you love for granted.
I love you guys.
I had so many more things I wanted to say about this, but I can’t seem to articulate it. Since I can’t write anymore, I’ll turn it over to my man Morgan Freeman. He found his words on why it happened.
You want to know why. This may sound cynical, but here’s why.
It’s because of the way the media reports it. Flip on the news and watch how we treat the Batman theater shooter and the Oregon mall shooter like celebrities. Dylan Klebold and Eric Harris are household names, but do you know the name of a single *victim* of Columbine? Disturbed
people who would otherwise just off themselves in their basements see the news and want to top it by doing something worse, and going out in a memorable way. Why a grade school? Why children? Because he’ll be remembered as a horrible monster, instead of a sad nobody.
CNN’s article says that if the body count “holds up”, this will rank as the second deadliest shooting behind Virginia Tech, as if statistics somehow make one shooting worse than another. Then they post a video interview of third-graders for all the details of what they saw and heard while the shootings were happening. Fox News has plastered the killer’s face on all their reports for hours. Any articles or news stories yet that focus on the victims and ignore the killer’s identity? None that I’ve seen yet. Because they don’t sell. So congratulations, sensationalist media, you’ve just lit the fire for someone to top this and knock off a day care center or a maternity ward next.
You can help by forgetting you ever read this man’s name, and remembering the name of at least one victim. You can help by donating to mental health research instead of pointing to gun control as the problem. You can help by turning off the news.