Today I am in tears—once again: tears of grief, tears of
frustration, tears of anger. How many more times must mass shootings happen before we
take reasonable action regarding the availability of guns? How many more times
must this happen before we impose sane restrictions on the size of magazines?
How many more innocent lives must be lost before we take on the NRA and impose
logical guidelines for gun ownership?
I thought twenty-eight deaths—including small children—at Sandy
Hook would to it. It didn’t.
When sixteen people were killed in San Bernardino,
California—far too close to where I live—I thought, Finally. Now someone will act. No one did.
When fifty died in the Pulse Nightclub shooting in Florida,
I was sure congress would act. It didn’t.
I hoped the fifty-nine deaths at the Harvest Festival in Las
Vegas would spur legislation. They didn’t.
I thought twenty-seven deaths at a church in Sutherland
Springs, Texas would move congress to act. They didn’t.
I thought seventeen deaths at Marjorie Stoneman Douglas High
School would do it. It didn’t.
Now, yet again, we have thirteen dead and many more injured
at a bar in Thousand Oaks, California. Most of the victims were college
students. And once again, I am heartbroken.
Unfortunately, I no longer expect to see any action to
actually curb the proliferation of extended magazines, which allow many, many shots
in a very short time. I am numb to the shock and grief and anger.
I miss my country where people felt safe in their homes, in
public places, at school, and at work. I continue to pray for the families of
those who have been lost. I continue to pray for our leaders to exercise
courage and act.
I need to hang onto hope. But it has become nearly impossible.
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