Shots in the Dark
I was unable to sleep Thursday night. In fact, even though I
had a really important meeting scheduled for Friday, I ended up only sleeping
two and a half hours total. I watched a few DVDs, and as usual, the glowing screen
of my laptop was only a few feet away.
I happened to have Twitter open and on my screen, and I noticed
a sudden burst of activity. Updates at 3:00am, even from the people I follow
internationally, are never that frequent. A few random bits of information
about a mass shooting in Colorado at a movie theater began to trickle in. Then
major news outlets were breaking the news in more detail.
I ended up getting all of my information online, and
literally watching the story unfold before me via 140 character updates, and
online local news feeds from the Aurora area. I worried as I watched the death
toll rise frighteningly fast from more and more sources. I read “first hand”
accounts, and saw information passed along from people who were there, living
this nightmare.
Honestly, after a few minutes of staring at the screen and toggling back and forth between websites, the thing that I kept thinking about was the book Columbine by Dave Cullen. When tragedies like the one in Aurora, Colorado happen, I make myself remember that so much inaccurate reporting happens in the moments right after something this horrible and chaotic. Case in point, at one time last night, several reputable sources were reporting that 39 people were dead, with 79 wounded.
Honestly, after a few minutes of staring at the screen and toggling back and forth between websites, the thing that I kept thinking about was the book Columbine by Dave Cullen. When tragedies like the one in Aurora, Colorado happen, I make myself remember that so much inaccurate reporting happens in the moments right after something this horrible and chaotic. Case in point, at one time last night, several reputable sources were reporting that 39 people were dead, with 79 wounded.
Does it matter who got what number wrong? Yes. It does. It
also matters when well-meaning witnesses, onlookers, and the media themselves
get things terribly wrong. In the race to get the story, break the story, and
LEAD with the story, so many things get quoted without double checking. In
fact, without checking at all.
I am as guilty as anyone of getting sucked into the exciting
and tragic moments, waiting for updates, and mostly, just wanting so badly to understand,
quickly, why and how something like this happens. But the truth is, we never
really forget the things we hear first, and they become part of accepted fact,
no matter how wrong or damning the information may be. The corrections to
numbers, people’s personal histories, and comments of “witnesses” are never
front page news, so what we heard first is just accepted, and then never really erased from our memory.
I think of the book Columbine, because if you haven’t read
it, you would be shocked to learn that everything we had all, as a nation,
understood to be the truth-- facts about the killers, the case, the victims—most
of it wasn’t true. Not even close. I was shocked reading this unbelievably
well-written and researched book. I would say about 90% of the information I
had taken to heart and believed was wrong. And why is that important, really?
Because until we all understand why tragedies like this happen, until we all
see and understand the many facets and factors of cases like this and all of
the people involved, we cannot prevent these tragedies from happening again.
Until we all take a hard look at our own communities, the flaws, the broken
systems, and most importantly what REAL traits, characteristics, illnesses, and
behavior to watch for in our own community members, we won’t learn how to help
those people who need it before they resort to violence.
I asked myself last night and today why this case in Aurora
had shaken me up so much. So many tragedies fill my inbox daily, headlines of
suffering across the country and the globe. What I realized is that at some
point in time, these shootings have stopped being these random, isolated
tragedies. They are now more common crimes, popping up everywhere, leaving us
with almost no safe havens where it hasn’t yet happened. These shootings are
creeping into the fabric of who we are as a society and how people who are sick,
angry, or forgotten are dealing with their problems. This is not an excuse for
taking lives like this. It is horrible and senseless. But, instead of writing
off these killers as psychopaths that “snapped”, we have to take a hard look at
how these people came to these decisions and how we can help them make better ones,
or get the help they need before it is too late.
Whenever I write about or address the need for better gun
control laws in this country, I get a backlash on my blog or Facebook or
Twitter, so much so, that I don’t write about it a lot. Even though I don’t
choose to own a gun, I don’t want to deny anyone the right to own a gun and
protect their family. Even though I can’t stand the thought of hunting animals
as sport, I also don’t want to deny anyone the right to own guns and hunt if
that is what they want to do. That is a right and a freedom, and I am from a
small town that is full of many people, many of them friends of mine, who love
hunting.
What I don’t want is someone who is mentally ill acquiring a
gun to hurt themselves or someone else. Even though they may not have a documented
history for gun store owners to access, (meaning many times, they just haven’t
known where to seek treatment or get it without insurance or assistance) I don’t
want that one moment in a very sick person’s life to be the beginning of the
end for themselves and other innocent people. I don’t know exactly how we solve
that.
I also don’t think anyone needs a stockpile of AK-47s.
Sorry, I just don’t. Yes, it is your right as an American. But, can we not just
step back and look at this from the standpoint of sending our children out into
a world where we pride ourselves so much on freedom that we forget to have a
little skepticism and common sense? Can we not just try and do these things in
the name of the twelve people who died Friday morning, all of those that died
at Columbine and Virginia Tech, the and unfortunately, the dozens, hundreds, or
thousands that will die in years to come if we DON’T?
Here’s a very personal admission that I have never made publicly
anywhere else. I have been very open about my past battles with depression. I
have tiptoed a bit around having been truly suicidal, because it is still a
taboo subject. It’s one thing to say, “I battled (or am battling) depression”.
It is another to say, “I wanted to commit (or have attempted) suicide.” I was
very suicidal at times during my bouts of depression. At one point, close to
ten years ago now, I was pretty certain that I couldn’t hang on. I thought
seriously about buying a gun to take my life. The ONLY thing that kept me from
doing it, was that I was certain they would check my doctor’s records and see
that I was seeing a therapist and a psychiatrist and wouldn’t allow me to buy a
gun. Thankfully, I didn’t know that I probably would have breezed through the
buying process. (I looked into the state laws and procedures years later, once
I was well). There is no doubt that at that one point in time, if I had known I
could get a gun, I would have, and I wouldn’t be writing these words now. I
wouldn’t be in my husband’s life. I wouldn’t be here. I am oh so thankful that I am.
There are many moments in my life, especially in seriously happy moments, when
I think back to that time, and give thanks that I made assumptions about the
gun laws instead of making a permanent, deadly choice.
My point is, for people that know me, or someone like me—a family
member or friend—someone you know and love—that may have struggled with
depression or other mental illness before, would you want them to lose their
life or hurt someone—anyone-- in one moment of weakness? You may think you know
that no one close to you could do something as tragic as a shooting like the
one in Aurora. But the truth is, we are all at times closer to crossing the lines
than we want to believe. We all have breaking points. We all have things in our
past that tug at our sanity at times. Left without resources to proper care, a
strong support system, and honestly—just support and hope—anyone can slip into
a place they can’t return from.
This is a HUGE part of the problem. Mental illness is still seen as a topic to be whispered about, not addressed. We have made strides, but until we quit comforting ourselves that these people who “snap” are nothing like the people WE know, nothing like us--nothing will change, nothing will get better.
This is a HUGE part of the problem. Mental illness is still seen as a topic to be whispered about, not addressed. We have made strides, but until we quit comforting ourselves that these people who “snap” are nothing like the people WE know, nothing like us--nothing will change, nothing will get better.
I don’t know all of the answers. I don’t even know all the
problems that are contributing to this horrifying trend. But I think the
combination of lack of mental health resources and lax gun laws in the US are
two really good places to start taking a hard look at what we can do better.
I am also quite sure that if you ask any of the victim’s families from any of the recent tragedies in our history, that they would agree. So would the families of the people who commit these crimes.
I am also quite sure that if you ask any of the victim’s families from any of the recent tragedies in our history, that they would agree. So would the families of the people who commit these crimes.
Last night, so many lives were forever changed. So many
people who have lived through similar tragedies were taken back in time in ways
they never want to be. There may never be any concrete answers for this
tragedy. We certainly can’t solve it in a week, or a month.
What I want to know is... when are we going to start trying?
