A Time Before Mass Shootings

I was thinking tonight that I remember a time before mass shootings. The first one I remember happened when I was in high school when someone went into a McDonald's in California and killed 22 people, but it was such an anomaly and so far away, that it didn't really register with me.


Then in 1989, a mass shooting happened in my town. The father of a friend was killed by the father of a boy I went to high school with. Seven other people were killed. That woke me up. It was hard to believe that something like this could have happened in my town to people I knew.


Two years later, I had moved to Texas and was teaching seventh grade in the Killeen Independent School District. One afternoon during a staff meeting, the secretary interrupted with the tragic news that a man had driven his truck into the neighborhood Luby's restaurant and killed 24 people. Teachers from the district were killed. Soldiers from Ft. Hood were shot. I worked for the school district. My fiancee was stationed at Ft. Hood. As I drove home, I had to pass the exit where Luby's was located. Traffic was blocked on the highway, and we had to take the access road to pass. There was a helicopter parked on the highway, which was packed with police cars and ambulances. It was a mile from my house.


Mass shootings became more frequent. Maybe it was the ability to get hands on more powerful weapons or maybe it was that cable gave us 24/7 news about them. Maybe it was both. The term "going postal" entered our vernacular. I started to feel less safe.


Then the school shootings started. Westside Middle School. Thurston High School. Columbine. Virginia Tech. Sandy Hook Elementary School. For God's sake, Sandy Hook.


Shootings at malls. Twice again near Killeen at Ft. Hood. In a temple. In a church. At a movie theater. At a Christmas party. A health clinic. A night club. An outdoor concert. The list goes on.


Places we should be safe. Places we should not be afraid. But I am afraid now. I was at an outdoor concert last week. It was crowded with thousands of people. The music was great. Everyone was chill. But my thoughts went to, "What if someone open fires? Where should I run?" When my kids go to Waterfront Wednesday or Forecastle or the Derby, I worry about general safety like drunk drivers or fights, but I really worry about someone opening fire on the crowd. I cannot relax until I know they are home.


I was at the Pegasus Parade last year when someone shot someone right across the street from where I was sitting. I heard, "Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!" and thought it was a weird time to be shooting off firecrackers. Then I saw people fleeing the area. I froze. It was like slow motion. I remember thinking, "Wait...was that gunfire?" and just standing in one spot, packing up my folding chair and trying to wrap my head around what was happening. Then a police officer yelled, "Run!" and I came out of my fog and took off running. I hid behind a car in a used car lot. I had no idea what to do.


And just as my kids do not remember a time when we were not at war, they also do not remember a time when mass shootings were not common. We have had 1,516 mass shootings in 1,735 days. They happen so often that we only hear about the big ones now. Nine people died in a shooting in Plano, TX last month. I barely remember hearing about it. Twenty five people were shot in Little Rock, AK in July. Six people died in Orlando in June. Eight people died in May in Mississippi. Fifteen people shot and two people killed in Cincinnati in March.  These are just a few from 2017, and I don't remember hearing about any of them.

And tonight we have 59 people dead and 527 people wounded. It took one man 10-15 minutes with a gun that fired off 600 rounds a minute to cause this massacre. He had 42 guns in his hotel room and house. What regular person needs that? I go from being overwhelmed and numb to being outraged and angry. We have a huge gun problem in this country, and nobody is willing to even talk about solutions. How many more schools and churches and malls and theaters and concerts have to become killing grounds before we talk? How many more moments of silence and candlelight vigils and "thoughts and prayers" comments do we have to have before people say ENOUGH? This was not how we grew up, and it's not how our children should grow up either.  They deserve so much better than this.