One of my earliest memories as a child connected with senseless violence is that of a president being gunned down on a clear day in Dallas. I can remember the way I felt, the reactions and tears of those adults around me. Since that day, when more than one national writer claimed we as a nation had lost our innocence, violent acts have been burned into our national psyche, seemingly to the point that when one act occurs, we stop and tell ourselves how horrible it was and then move on until the next time it happens. We glorify violence in almost every aspect of our lives, from our sports to the types of entertainment we choose. Yet we have the unmitigated gall to react with shock when yet another person goes over the cliff and perpetrates another murderous act.
If this is what entertains us, what can we then expect? What happened to 20 schoolchildren on another innocent day defies any logical explanation. We're supposed to protect and shelter our children, keep them from mindless violence and assure them that they'll survive us. Yet in the blink of an eye, 20 bright lights have gone dark and will never again shine in this lifetime. Let's forget the endless political posturing and all the arguments that have come before. As a nation, collectively, we must protect our children, by whatever means necessary.
J.L. Shelton, Bethany
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