I can’t describe the feelings that the events in Sandy Hook have triggered in me. There are so many simultaneously that they’ve just melted into a thick stew. I want to rage, I want to weep, I want to scream. I want to bring the guy who did it back to life (I won’t use his name; no one should know it) just so I can inflict incredible pain on him.
I don’t know where I stand on gun control. I don’t know where I stand on conceal carry. I’m not even sure where I stand on the second amendment anymore. I do know one thing. What we are doing is not working. I’m prepared, personally, as a US citizen, to condone drastic action. This situation is untenable. I also know that I am sick of cowardice: the cowardice of the gunmen who keep taking their own lives, the cowardice of the governments that don’t take action to prevent things like this from happening, and the cowardice of this country’s citizens (including myself) in not demanding more action.
A friend of mine, trying to deal with his feelings on the situation, wrote a short piece. It helped me to read it. This person asked to remain anonymous, so I won’t name him. But I felt his thoughts were worth sharing. I hope it feels the same way to you.