filed under Columbine
originally written for postalley.net
Today we are forced to mourn the dead once more. A month before we are to mark the six years since that April day at 11:21 when our world changed, we are witness to another horrifying moment in our history. Here in Littleton, we know this feeling. The depth of sadness, loss and fading hope in our hearts. The bitter pain that explodes from the deepest corners of our hearts.
We are with you Red Lake.
In the ensuing days, we’ll hear more and more about the troubled and anger ridden heart that dealt out this terror. Already reports are coming in about his trenchcoat and Neo-Nazi beliefs. And they are having the desired reaction. It is very hard to relieve these things, but we must. It is in examining the items carefully can we only understand more of what is coming our way. There is no doubt in my mind that we are in store for more Columbine events. Not because of what we are doing.
It is what we are not doing. In our schools we have threats of violance, sometrue and other false. There are countless other incidents in the last few years in which the trouble of the young life is simply solved with a gun. As someone who experienced Columbine personally I can say I’m once more fearful for the future. I wrote for the Lullaby For Columbine Project for a number of years and continued to speak out against these such things occuring in the future and urged those reading my words to take action with haste.
My last writing was a pleading, much like this very one you’re reading I know we’re not making headway when things like this seem to happen with regularity. Adults haven’t modeled it well either. We solve problems by getting angry and yelling. We take the other side down the lowest denominator. People walk into courthouses and kill judges that actually took action to put them away. People kill fellow employees because they felt scorned.
Guns have become the new anger managment. And there’s nothing we can do about it. Aside from taking care to keep them locked up and secure, no law is going to stop someone from walking into a public place with a gun they bought either legally or illegally and metting our the justice they feel is merited. People start running around talking about gun laws and new legislation.
That stuff is merely paper. Someone can get a gun by walking right through such a law. There are ways around laws. I don’t profess to know, but heck I know because I see all the people around me losing their lives to those weapons. In America we’re screaming towards a crossroads and the brakes have failed.
We have to seriously look at what type of society we’re running here. Where crooked CEO’s are now only finally getting more than just slaps on wrists, people are very unwilling to simply admit their wrong and accept responsibility. It is a strange world where everyone else is to blame. We’ll sue you to bed and back because we were wronged. We’ll defame your name if we get the chance, just holding to the border so you can’t take us to court yourself.
What has this world come to? When Columbine exploded, I began to feel the very way I feel now. And no doubt those in Red Lake are feeling this now as well. In an Indian Reservation where life is not a pleasent siesta, they have more than I can imagine facing them outside thier homes. A young boy has just broken their world in half.
Here in Littleton, we are still broken. Band-Aids hold us together and the healing has begun, albeit slowly. All over the country these incidents happen and the wound is ripped open and the pain begins and doesn’t stop.
We have to stop this pain. We have to draw a line. We have to take action. We have to stop this madness from haunting our very dreams. I cannot take any more of this film on the news where I see young boys and girls doubled over in tears because someone just erased their friends frome life.
Damn it, I’m tired of it. I have had it up to my limit. I want it to stop. Right now.
The silence that greets those words is deafening.
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