I’m sorry I cannot cry for you. I’ve tried, but the tears won’t come. Each of you another one of those acceptable losses that fearful men embrace because they refuse to face their selfish cruelty. If only we dared annihilate all this hate, could we have changed your fate?
As I write these words the tired old arguments heard after every mass shooting are already heating up. In a few days the NRA will parade its’ bought and paid for politicians a few hundred miles away. Each will say they care, and they do, but not about you.
Nineteen tiny caskets. Twenty-one massacred. Others injured. Blood was everywhere. There will be counselors at schools. Prayers. Lots of prayers, but will anything be done? Have we finally had enough?