On Memorial Day, we observe the deaths of soldiers because they died “for our freedom.” We should add an observance for all the people who died of gun violence because, at least according to the politicians, they also “died for our freedom.” (You know, the freedom to accept large cash donations from the gun lobby.)
I’ve said for years that people who live outside major cities have a very different perspective on guns. (As you’ve seen here from my friend Boohunney.) Here, they’re nothing but weapons of death and destruction. We don’t hunt deer on the streets of Philadelphia, we hunt human beings.
And of course, we have the inevitable reality of the people who die from stray bullets. At least once a month, someone dies here in their bedroom or while playing video games when a bullet blows through the brick walls of a house.
We have mass shootings almost every day. But for some reason, they don’t make the national news. Just another drive-by shooting, just another dispute between drug gangs.
And more funerals for young men who haven’t even graduated high school. It makes me so sad.
This is just the past few days. I probably missed some: