This is something that we never discussed on here because it was probably too much for Shanti to even think about with a little one at home and well… I just couldn’t bring myself to write about it. I did however post pictures of the slain on our instagram and it started a back a forth about gun control. I personally, hate guns. I don’t want them in my house. I don’t want them in my car. I don’t want them around me. And I would never buy my Godson, niece, or any child for that matter a toy gun. Ever. I don’t want them being brought up to believe that shooting anything is fun or sport. I don’t want them playing video games that diminish their appreciation and respect for human life. I don’t want them believing that the living, breathing and loving, is disposable. I don’t. So, yes… I guess I am saying that these games, shows, toys and even our music play a huge roll in our children’s position on violence. I know many will disagree, and blame everything on parenting, but it’s both. Parents shouldn’t have to fight an up hill battle. But I digress.
When we consider Newtown, we are not only forced to look at gun control but we are also forced to look at the mentally ill. This country, in my opinion, really has no idea how to deal with the mentally ill. We haven’t for some time. We drug them or cage them but in the same breathe say that they are precious and ‘special’. And I’m in no way saying that they aren’t but I am saying that in many cases, our treatment of and for them, does not improve their quality of life. It merely, silences them. We are not helping them. We instead seem to be praying that they stay to themselves and keep out of our way. Until, something like the tragedy Newtown happens…
But then there is the issue with gun control. I know I’ll probably get my head bit off, but I’m going to say this next statement anyway. I’m getting to the point where I don’t think we should have the right to bare arms. I understand the logic but I’m also not from an area where I have felt like I needed to have a gun on me. I’m from Philly but it wasn’t popping off like that where I laid my head to rest. And even when I was down Broad and Erie or ‘down bottom’ I never thought having a gun on me would make me any safer. If anything, it would those around me at more risk. But this is just my logic. I also have had young, innocent students of mine shot while doing their daily business. One on the playground swings. She survived but two other young girls did not. The other walking down the street, took a bullet to his hip while protecting his sister. He’ll never walk the same again. And the other while sitting in front of his own house. This bullet was indeed intended for him. You see, he was the coolest kid on his block so the rival block from down the street had to make an example of him.
We have abused this ‘right’ so much that it’s starting to make sense to take it away. At the very least we have to revisit and examine who qualifies to bare arms, what guns we have a right to bare, where we have a right to bare them, how many we have a right to bare, how often our permit should be renewed, the severity of the penalties for breaking these laws and get out of cahoots with the damn NRA since they fund half of Washington but that’s another story. And I know that many will be uncomfortable with my willingness to give up a ‘right’ but in the end that right is merely the battle and we are losing the war.
Imagine being a parent of any one of those children. Imagine being a parent of any of the children that you have seen on your television gunned down in your neighbor. Imagine holding their precious little hands, kissing their sweet faces and reminding to be good at school so Santa will bring them presents. And then them not coming home. Imagine having to clean out their rooms and put aside their art work and toys because the reminder is too much for you to bare. Imagine building a life for yourself and them and having it stolen from you. Imagine promising them to always be there for them and to protect them and failing to do so. Think about how your imagination would haunt you. Think about how these parents imagine their child’s last few minutes on this earth. I beg you to think of it too before you argue with my about being able to have some bullsh*t gun in your house. Imagine how terrified these teachers and children must have been staring down a barrel on a gun. Hear the cries. Feel the tears. Imagine all the things left unsaid. Imagine the regret of the parent that before they dropped their child off snapped at them for acting out or punished them that very morning. Imagine the regret of the parent that rushed off to work and used the carpool instead of taking their child themselves. Imagine their pain and despair. Imagine never hearing your child’s sweaky little voice or feeling their tiny little bodies hug you. Imagine no more bedtime stories and good night kisses. Imagine all the things left undone. The proms, the first pair of heels, the first kisses, the family vacations, the everything. Imagine life being cut short. Let it sit with you until you get human again.
The following has been shared from ABC News
Noah Pozner, 6
Noah Pozner and his twin sister, Arielle, celebrated their 6th birthdays Nov. 20. Arielle, who was in another class, survived.Pozner’s uncle Alexis Haller told The Associated Press that he was “smart as a whip,” gentle but with a rambunctious streak.Haller told the AP that Pozner called Arielle his best friend.”They were always playing together, they loved to do things together,” Haller said. When his mother, a nurse, would tell him she loved him, he would answer, “Not as much as I love you, Mom.”
Emilie Parker, 6
Emilie Parker, the little girl with the blond hair and bright-blue eyes, would have been one of the first to comfort her classmates at Sandy Hook Elementary School, had a gunman’s bullets not claimed her life, her father said.”My daughter Emilie would be one of the first ones to be standing and giving support to all the victims because that’s the kind of kid she is,” her father, Robbie Parker, said as he fought back tears, telling the world about his “bright, creative and loving” daughter who was one of the 20 young victims in the Newtown, Conn., shooting.”She always had something kind to say about anybody,” her father said. “We find comfort reflecting on the incredible person Emilie was and how many lives she was able to touch.”Emilie was a budding artist who carried her markers and pencils everywhere. Her grandfather recently died and Emilie paid tribute to him by slipping a special card she had drawn into his casket, her father said.Alissa Parker, Emilie’s mother, told Katie Couric she doesn’t know how to answer people anymore when they ask how she is doing.”I feel like the only way to move forward,” she said, “is to think about these beautiful children and their lives and be so thankful that we had them.”
Jack Pinto, 6