In my early school days, we did thinly disguised nuclear bomb drills. The threat of Russian atomic bombs stuck with me long after the Cuban missile crisis of October 1962.
I understood what was going on with those drills and those bombs. I knew that no one in my school would survive a bomb delivered to our city's center. We'd burn like toast. The building would flash burn and collapse. We would be ashes mixed with rubble.
Less than eight years later, in high school, I sat next to steel beams when I could. There's nothing that would have saved me. I felt stupid doing it, but it was a thing with me. I wanted to live.
My childish fear, based on the anxiety from a real, global crisis now lives in active shooter drills. No distant Communist pushes a red button to send the missiles. The new killer hunts, stalks and would watch you die. And, that killer does exist. That killer does strike. Those killers are striking.
Some adults speak in terms dependent on time machines and long dead men: “The founders” as those men are called — infinitely wise men who knew every citizen had a right to become a school shooter if he should choose to do so as the price of freedom.
Spare me that debate.
Adults, some well-trained adults, don't have a clue on how to handle their fears of the deadly fire coming from the chrome steel barrel of the so popular, military looking, and military derived, AR weapon.
I am not confused. I know time travel is impossible. I know that 39 “wise men” did not exist back in 1787 who saw through the fogs of daily living and went, "Aha! Future ‘Bobby Smiths' MUST have access to, and the lawful ability to modify, any type of personal weapon even if it serves no purpose to society."
That “Aha” moment never happened. But Sandy Hook did. Columbine did. Stoneman Douglas and all the other school shootings happened.
We have a duty to act on the world as it exists. That duty is clear. If these killings can't be eliminated, reduce the threat. Change gun laws or just shoot the children yourselves.