I’ve been gone from this place for too long. Hiding from
myself and from having to face down and admit things I’d rather keep denying or
ignoring. In the interim my father has passed away, my family has splintered,
my friends have gone their own ways, and my life despite losing so much has
become a bit more fulfilled. I’m in a good place. That’s all I’m saying about
myself right now, because I don’t want to this to turn into a “Here’s what you
missed” episode. Rather I feel compelled to join the chorus, if for no other
reason than to say I spoke out. I often claim that voting means nothing. We
live in a representative democracy where we elect leaders that are supposed to
have our best interests at heart, but due to a quirk in the rules, put there by
design, we don’t actually directly elect our leaders. I’m not going to decry
our system. There are faults in it, that much is sure, but there is no system
that is flawless. We’re better than most in a lot of ways and we seem content
to rest on the laurels that afford us.
We’re lucky. We live in a country where healthy discourse is
encouraged, at least in theory, and we can be the voice of dissent without fear
of real repercussion. We are exceedingly lucky to be here, but too often we argue
for our own exceptionalism as something that’s innate rather than something we
earn. Since the events of September 11th, 2001 our world has
changed. We are no longer the unquestioned super power in the world. Sure, we
brought to bear the might of our military against those that sought to harm us,
but we’re almost fifteen years down the road from that fateful day and the
world is no safer. We’ve gone backwards.
I recall the early aftermath of 9/11. Pundits and newscasters
made the case that were targeted for a multitude of reasons, “They hate our
freedom” “They’re jealous of what we have” and most of these explanations made
sense at the time. It satisfied two needs that had developed. On the one hand
it explained away something so senseless and horrifying. It provided us with a
context within which to place something that up to that point only one
generation of US denizens had experienced previously. On the other hand it
consoled us by reminding us that ours was the greatest land, the best place,
the ultimate utopia of everything good in the world. We readily accepted these
claims as fact and an undertone of fear began to percolate.
We got daily updates of military actions overseas, but with
them we also got reminders that no place in the world was safe. From bombings
to shootings, we were constantly reminded that the next attack could happen
anywhere and come from anyone. That fear began to take hold and strangle us.
I remember being sixteen and questioning a lot of what the
government was doing. I decried the Bush administration and their actions, I lambasted
the government and their rhetoric, I sought to tear down anyone that championed
the superiority of the country without taking responsibility for the atrocities
we had committed previously and were continuing to execute. I was vicious. A
petulant little child that disagrees with so much of where the world is headed
and yet speaks about things like foreign politics with the learnedness of
someone that has only a passing familiarity with the subject.
I got older, I grew up, and I learned more. I learned about
the history of our country and their hand in ousting governments they didn’t
like, how they subverted movements and revolutions in order to protect their
own interests. I learned these things and I became more and more disillusioned
with the world I lived in and the government that increasingly appeared poised
to assert their dominance of it. I had learned a valuable lesson in my teens. I
had to temper my response, pick my battles, and choose which points and causes
were worth devoting energy to. It was
this temperance that kept me from being plagued a second time by my own
exuberance.
We live in an age where recent memory is almost disappearing
because of how much documentation we have of things. The internet has become
the ultimate record of human achievement and the deepest pit of our shortcomings.
Once something is posted here, it’s here forever. That said, the question has
to be asked, how did we get here? I’m not talking about arriving at the
internet age, I’m talking about how we arrived at a place where something that
happened just fifteen years ago and all the events that followed it can be so
easily and readily ignored or forgotten. I’m talking about how there have been
countless mass shootings in the past decade and a half and yet we’re no closer
to owning our collective complicity in them.
The same rhetoric is always espoused, “This was the act of a
deeply troubled person” “This was a lone gunmen suffering from mental issues” “This
was a home grown terrorist” “We need to legislate more gun control” “We need to
limit the public’s access to assault style weapons” it all goes into the same
echo chamber. We tie ourselves in knots over these things and after a week or
two we come out the other side with nothing done to really address the problem.
I don’t pretend to know the right answer to the problem. We’re too different
and varied a people for me to say that a broad reaching blanket solution will
be completely effective. I have friends that own guns and are enthusiastic
about it. They treat them with respect and they have never and will never
discharge a single round in anger. I also know a few people that the sheer
notion of them holding or wielding a gun makes me cringe and shudder.
We’re right back at the crux of the argument though. One
side says “No guns, ever!” and the other side says “All the guns! Always!” and
they champion their ideas to their own acolytes and try to win their argument
in the court of public opinion with things like rhetoric and grandstanding.
They espouse statistics and studies that support their claims, they rail
against their opponents as being too militant or backwards, or the claim is
made that those that want nothing to do with guns will invariably change their
tune when faced with a life or death situation. I won’t lie, both sides make
compelling arguments.
In the end, we need to do something, and even if we make the
wrong choice, nothing says we can’t correct it. We have a history of this. The
eighteenth amendment made alcohol illegal in the United States, and for
thirteen years the law stood. When at last we realized that we couldn’t
actually enforce it and the reasons for its passing weren’t all that founded,
we repealed it. We did something, discovered it didn’t work, and we changed it.
That’s one of the amazing things about this country, or used to be anyway, we
would try things, we would attempt seemingly impossible actions and if we
failed we’d take what we learned from our failure and try again. It’s how we
got to the moon, how we got the A-bomb, how we managed to navigate the Cold War
without unleashing nuclear Armageddon. We recognized that we are human, we are
flawed, and the best we can do is to learn from any mistake we might make.
Sadly, those days have passed. We now sit languishing under
a government beholden to multinational mega corporations and special interest
groups, like the gun lobby, and despite shootings and massacres being almost a
common occurrence in recent years, we’re no closer to preventing them than we
were a hundred years ago. We have ineffective leaders and a divided country
that makes any movement, for good or bad, next to impossible.
When I was a kid, I remember hearing my father make comments
that showcased an inactive, if not token, racism. He’d deride other races and
cultures with pejoratives and insults forgetting that his wife was of a
different race, and his children were of a mixed heritage. While I would listen
to these things from him and truthfully not think very critically about them, I
never adopted them as my own ideas. He might speak harshly about blacks or Asian
at night, but I’d go to school with kids from these races and some of them were
great friends of mine, or even someone I had a great affection for. So it never
reconciled with me. I never took his terms to really be applicable to anyone I knew.
While I’ll admit I never called him out on his use of the terms, it was easier to
treat him like that senile grandmother that still uses antiquated 1960’s racial
terms because it’s just what she’s used to.
Unfortunately, my brother did assimilate those ideas as his
own. So did my sister to a lesser extent. Both of them look down on anyone that
isn’t white, and for the most part they deny their own Latino heritage. I’ll be
the first to say I don’t wave a flag of pride for mine, but I don’t deny it. I accept
it’s a part of me and I’m responsible for how I choose to acknowledge it.
Responsibility is really what all of this boils down to.
Personal or collective responsibility for the actions taken by others and
allowed by our own inaction is what needs to be examined. We live in a world
where shootings are just part of the background noise. A world where bigotry and
racism are becoming more accepted because of public figures, a world where
classes are suddenly needed to explain to people what constitutes sexual
consent, a world where every ill that’s perpetrated is either not the fault of
society, the result of blind ignorance, or the product of fanaticism.
The fact that there are universal things we all hate but are
still collectively allowed is beyond me. No one likes being shot, but somehow
we can’t come together to say that we agree on a list of criteria that must be
met before buying a gun. If someone got on TV and called for the unilateral
outlawing of Christianity there’d be riots in the streets and completely civil
unrest, yet we do nothing when that very thing is proposed, albeit in not so
many words, in regards to Islam. We pick and choose what to care about based on
what directly impacts us. If you’re Muslim or you have someone in your life
that you care deeply about who is, suddenly you have a vested interest in
preventing their persecution.
Ignorance is okay in things like forgetting to order your
burger without ketchup. Ignorance is fine when you call a business to find out
what time they close. Ignorance is perfectly acceptable when you go to your doctor
and ask for more information about the treatment you’ve been prescribed. There’s
nothing wrong with ignorance, so long as you don’t attempt to use it as a
crutch that allows for plainly stupid action to be explained away. No one
should have to tell you that killing is wrong. You shouldn’t need to be
explicitly told that having sex with an unconscious person is not okay, and if
you actually do need to be told these things, I don’t think you’re really all
that fit to be part of society.
Fanaticism can be a good thing though. The Marvel Cinematic
Universe is the product of fanaticism. The internet meme “If Darryl dies we
riot” is the product of fanaticism. Sports rivalries are the product of
fanaticism. All of these things are born from the same place. We have a deep
love and admiration for something and that devotion pushes it to be better. It
can drive us all to be better. It doesn’t though. We consume the things we love
and at best ignore or regard with indifference the things we don’t.
We’ve forgotten how to come together, how to work as a
collective toward something greater than ourselves. I was born in the mid 80’s
and grew up in the 90’s, but I think I might have been born in the dawn of the
decline of humanity. On July 20th, 1969 the first human being set
foot on the moon. By all accounts the world collectively gathered around and
watched this history event. We were one people achieving an amazing feat and
despite the flags and symbols plastered on the side of the crafts that took
those three men to that silent rock in space, we all felt like we were part of
it. We had accomplished something that seemed insurmountable. In the decades
since we’ve most closely recaptured that moment with the release of the next
iPhone.
The term Orwellian is thrown around to decry an all-powerful
totalitarian state as depicted in the novel 1984. The reality is that
our world has come to resemble Huxley’s Brave New World more than Orwell’s
own dystopia. We’ve drifted apart, lost regard for our common man, forgotten
how to connect with each other and chosen to silo ourselves in with “Safe
Spaces” and “Trigger Warnings”. We’re a splintered people, divided by our fears,
empowered by the notion that our ideas are the only ones that are right, and consuming
the same things but doing so under the belief that we’re discerning when we do
so. It’s not too late though. We have all the time in the world to act, to try
something, anything, until we’re out of time. Outlaw all the guns, take every
single one and melt them down to make braces and rails for disabled and
crippled kids. Conversely, outlaw no guns. Make everything legal. From tanks to
missiles to APCs make it all legal and available to the general public. Park a
F-22 Raptor on the same car lot as the Mercedes and see which one the hedge
fund investor goes home with. We have to do something before we allow fear to
take hold and strangle us from the inside. Doing nothing is what got us here to
begin with.