Someone I'm no longer friends with was angry with me after Sandy Hook for daring to bring up America's gun problem because it "wasn't the time" to talk about guns. She was "annoyed" that I was "making it all about guns."
She actually used the word annoyed.
But I see that a lot after every mass shooting. (God. "After every mass shooting." That's a thing. That's a thing we say.) I've been reading back through my blog and trying to count all the times I wrote, or tried to write, after a shooting. I should probably just add some sort of "another fucking mass shooting" tag, but all the entries sound the same. It's not changing or getting better and I'm totally, utterly hopeless that it ever will, because we allowed twenty children to be murdered in their classroom and still didn't change anything. My own children could be next. My husband. My students. Me. Anyone I love who ever leaves the damn house. So hey, folks who think it's "not the right time," can you please quick get it on the schedule sometime before the NEXT mass shooting? If we keep with this timeline, you have a few minutes, but not much more than that.
And if you don't think we should be talking about gun control, if you elevate your right to own guns over the right of folks to go to school or church or work or a concert or the public library or the park without someone shooting you, well, you know what you can do with your useless "thoughts and prayers."
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