This time, someone stood up.
As someone growing up in the US, there's a lot of cultural impacts on my developing psyche. One is that I've been desensitized to shootings. I hear about a new shooting about three times a month, it seems. Recently we had the one in CA too. I honestly don't care when I hear about these. They're normal. Everyday news. If I lived in Europe, or Asia, would I act the same? Is every country like this? I don't know. But I've long given up on these as a fact of life.
This time someone stood up.
I can't describe how much this means to me. Living in a culture of violence, I didn't know it could be stopped. Now I have hope that I never had before. Maybe someday this won't happen. Maybe in the world my descendants live in, they'll look back on this time and think about how backwards people in the past were. All this is new to me. Maybe guns won't last forever. ๐ซ
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