I stole his gun. I hid it, unloaded and wrapped in a towel, in a box of chintzy craft supplies, knitting, and fashion accessories I’d accrued as a teenager. It was the last place he’d look. I left the ammo in his dresser drawer. It was my way of mocking him, as if to say, “I’ve taken your power, but left the bullets so you can play marbles with them.”
In a dramatic piece published by The New Yorker, author Rebecca Mead refers to, The Passion of Emma González, comparing the plucky teen girl to Joan of Arc, and by implication, Jesus Christ. While the writer no doubt intends the saintly veneration of González, she is contributing to the psychological crucifixion of these children.
Newtown, Connecticut. “Within minutes, 26 people were dead at Sandy Hook Elementary School – 20 of them children. Among the six adults killed were Dawn Hochsprung, the school’s beloved principal, … Continue reading Newtown Connecticut Tragedy: Heaven Belongs to Little Children