Again–again!–we recoil in horror at senseless violence wrought by a crazed individual with guns and no respect for life–their own or others.
America, I weep for your people.
I cannot grasp it. I cannot wrap myself around the idea that in anyone’s mind it makes sense to shoot and kill other human beings, to fire upon defenseless children. Cowardice is too kind of a word for these senseless, selfish acts.
America, I weep for your children.
But it is not just a lone killer. It is not just one man killing more than two dozen children and others in Connecticut. It’s also a man shooting four relatives on a reservation in California, two men setting fire to four victims in Colorado, a young man shooting three people in a mall in Oregon, murders in every city in America every day of every month of every year with the use of every imaginable weapon. New York City recently celebrated 36 hours without a murder, and then a man was shot in the back of his head on a public street in front of a school.
America, I weep for your wounds.
Who are we? We must seriously ask this. Who are we as a nation and a people that these events repeat themselves like an endless echo in a canyon of lost souls? It is time to look in the mirror, to look deep into our souls and question why we are like this.
I have no answers—today I have only sorrow—but I must ask these questions. We must all ask these questions. Unless it is already too late and we are already too lost as a country we must ask these questions and together we must try to find the answers. We cannot continue this way. We cannot walk through the blood of our brothers and sisters and pretend there is no blood on our shoes and no stains on our souls.
America, I weep for your lost innocence.