San Francisco Dreamin'
07 December 2007
An Ordinary Mall in Omaha
We've been to Omaha - passing through, visiting friends. People there seem, oh I don't know, very mid-western. I mean, they go about their lives and their business with little pretense or airs. Like anyone in these United States, they are fun loving, heartful people who I would be proud to call a friend.
Two days ago a troubled young man took an assault rifle, and, for reasons known only to himself, he took the lives of (at least) eight people he did not know. Pre-meditated. People who were just going about their business, planning a wedding, wrapping presents, helping customers. People who got up that morning who had no idea that that day would be their last because of a troubled young man who had given no heart to the ripples of his cruelty he would inflict on the families and friends of those whose lives he claimed.
This kind of reality brings to mind the old compilation of Grimm's Fairy Tales. It is no stretch to think that the stories were based on facts. In the middle ages, I cannot help but wonder how much cruelty was inflicted that eventually resulted in stories to scare children into respecting the known and unknown people. At least it made sense.
The killing of people for no reason at all is so senseless as to be unfathomable. I cannot imagine being a family member or friend of one of those killed or injured. It is a bottomless pit of sadness to bear.
My heart goes out to them.
We hug a little longer, we hold a little closer. We are a little more wary.
Two days ago a troubled young man took an assault rifle, and, for reasons known only to himself, he took the lives of (at least) eight people he did not know. Pre-meditated. People who were just going about their business, planning a wedding, wrapping presents, helping customers. People who got up that morning who had no idea that that day would be their last because of a troubled young man who had given no heart to the ripples of his cruelty he would inflict on the families and friends of those whose lives he claimed.
This kind of reality brings to mind the old compilation of Grimm's Fairy Tales. It is no stretch to think that the stories were based on facts. In the middle ages, I cannot help but wonder how much cruelty was inflicted that eventually resulted in stories to scare children into respecting the known and unknown people. At least it made sense.
The killing of people for no reason at all is so senseless as to be unfathomable. I cannot imagine being a family member or friend of one of those killed or injured. It is a bottomless pit of sadness to bear.
My heart goes out to them.
We hug a little longer, we hold a little closer. We are a little more wary.
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posted by Tawanda at 2:07 PM
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