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| Let us never forget |
Two things need to be said upfront about what follows. First I am a native Coloradoan, my family settled on the
banks of Clear Creek where Golden is today in 1851 eight years before the
Colorado gold rush. Second, as a reporter I have covered a mass shooting before. It
happened in my hometown and no matter how unbiased one says they are as a
reporter, such an event changes you.
July 5, 2001, the work cell rang at 1:30 am. At that moment I
knew it couldn’t be good. My editor needed me to go to the City Market because there
had been a shooting. As always, the details were sketchy... but there were multiple
victims.
I thought I was good reporter, but still it was home, the town I
grew up in, and it was hard to get my head around it. I arrived detached because
I couldn’t grasp what had happened immediately. This was just two years past Columbine and a
shooting that tore at the fabric of Colorado and the education system of the
United States. We still had not and still have not come to terms with it. The shadow of that
furious day of despair hung over everything.
In Rifle, CO, a madman (I will not say the name of any murderer)
had taken the morning of July 5 to express his anger and prejudice. He had
gotten drunk at a local bar and nursing an animosity, he walked into a trailer
court full of Latinos and shot four people to death.
Did their ethnicity matter? No. Only as part of the
investigation’s attempt to discover what might have happened. So I reported what happened, followed the investigation and
trail. I wrote about the memorial candle lighting and the march through town
regarding peace and solidarity.
A year later I interviewed the family of the victims and they
were empty inside. The violence that had occurred had ripped the soul out of the two families I spoke too. Had these marches or the vulgar politics of the day done anything?
Absolutely not.
The fact is that those activities didn’t change anything. Slurs about “wetbacks” still
floated around town and they still do to this very day. Violence is still everywhere in town with shootings,
officer down incidents, domestic violence, and drug violence all common occurrences. Eleven years later, the trailer court is gone, the City Market torn down and rebuilt, and the memorials
that were left are gone. Thousands of new residents have no clue that this
horrific incident occurred.
Three families were destroyed, and those survivors are, maybe, among
the few that remember that morning. That, my friends, is what I consider a tragedy.
Normalcy
Bias and Outright Disgust
I mention my bonds to Colorado because it is important to
the idea of “Normalcy Bias." Even after Columbine and my own experience in
Rifle, I was still stunned to hear about the Aurora shootings. These things are
simply not supposed to happen at home... or at least that is what we tell ourselves. They happen in California, Texas or Florida where there are huge populations
and a lot of weirdos. Except, this violence, sadly and hauntingly has happened
in Colorado, multiple times.
Once
Again We Ask Why, With No Answers
And so it goes, today all the national media outlets are in
Aurora to follow this reprehensible act of terror. Quite often yesterday I heard the following:
“I don’t know what’s wrong with people!”
“How could God let this happen?”
“If someone had a gun, if I were there, things would have
been different”
These are all the questions of someone trying to comprehend a
senseless horrific act, but they all are the wrong statement, the wrong
attitude. Let us be honest - we allow it to happen. There is no single cause, but we still
allow it. We argue about being pro-life and still allow violence in every
aspect of our lives. This is not as judgmental as it sounds, just factual. Our
everyday language is filled with hate and disgust and disrespect. I do it, you
do it. We love vicarious violence in our entertainment, I do, and you do.
Still that’s not what leads to this.
What’s wrong with
people is a pointless question. We’ll never actually know what motivates these
killers. There is something toxic within some small percentage of humanity, and
for all the routine and seemingly continuous ugly and sad news, violent acts are
rarer then they seem.
God didn’t allow this. If you are a believer then you know
we were granted free will and with free will comes free societies and
individual atrocities, regardless of what some congressman in Texas may spout. God
never promised this life free of extremes regardless of beliefs individual or
societal.
I will barely touch on that last nonsense. No one can determine
what we will do in a catastrophe because it is so far outside our normal circumstances.
There will be new laws, new security measures as there always are. Changes in how block-buster movies are introduced. A lot of cosmetic things. Screams about guns and gun laws. Vulgar political opportunism and debate about the public role of faith and psychological analysis. None of it helpful, some of it dividing us further.
Aftershocks
I’m no different than anyone searching for some peace and
restoration after such a tragedy. I have no answers only a couple of things I
firmly believe. I believe evil and tragedy must exist so we can truly understand
the profound depth of love, compassion and joy in balance.
I also believe that
we must express those things daily to recognize that they are fully in our
lives. We must say we love others in word and deed. We must show compassion to
those in need, in distress, the lost. We must embrace joy when we find it
because it is a truly rare commodity.
Peace and love, JB.