I sat with several people yesterday, some that I knew and others that I did not, watching the news trickle in about the massacre in Newtown. We were all quiet. I was on Twitter watching reports and CNN blared in the background. Every once in awhile, someone would ask me what was being said on Twitter. I’d respond. None of the news was good.
One new mother who is a friend of mine walked in.
“I’ve been crying. I can’t help thinking of all the Christmas presents those parents have to go look at knowing they will never go to their kids,” Morgan said quietly.
I agree with Lindsey who is also a new, young mother. When I saw her post this morning I instantly thought about Morgan.
Are you ready to talk about it yet? Is it time to talk about the gun thing yet? Can we at least agree that, culturally, we have a big problem? It doesn’t matter if the guns were bought legally. How do these lunatics keep getting guns legally? Oh, they were his mother’s guns? Jesus. How can we keep responsible gun owners’ weapons away from their deranged relatives? And are you ready to talk about why this should be legal to purchase yet? I feel like we’ve waited long enough to talk about it. I don’t want to speak for them but I suspect the parents turning off the lights in those twenty empty bedrooms tonight might think it’s time to talk about it too.
I don’t know what the answer is but having a conversation about guns, the NRA’s lobbying efforts across this country and in this state and semi-automatic weapons just is good common sense. We need to talk about not everyone, especially people with mental health issues, needs a gun. We need to value this dialog. We need to encourage it.
Instead it always, each and every damned time, becomes an us vs. them sort of thing and we all see how that has worked. It’s more than us vs. them. It’s much more than a Facebook meme.
As we sat and watched up until the president spoke, it occurred to me that another woman watching with us was dabbing at her eyes repeatedly. I was reminded something my grandfather and mother told me while I was growing up when I would question the wrongs of this world.
They would simply say “Mr. Right died a long time ago.” I realized as I grew older and even now that there are times that no easy answers will every come. Horrible crap happens, some it can be prevented and some it can’t.
Here is what I do know. People were brutally executed yesterday by a deranged person who apparently got his mother’s guns which did not belong to him. He went to a school where children are supposed to be places of safety and reigned hell on innocent people.
What I do know is having a grown up conversation about certain types of guns won’t hurt anybody. There are responsible gun owners and, as yesterday proved, there are people who have access to guns that have no business being near them.
Remember, there are more good people out there doing beautiful and thoughtful things and asking for nothing in return. It’s things like this that do indeed make me realize there is more good in this world than evil.