A Parent’s Unspeakable Fear

Trinity Ottoson-Smith was shot in the head on May 15 in north Minneapolis during a birthday party. She was jumping on a trampoline when she was struck by a bullet. She was hit by a stray bullet fired at another residence. Trinity was nine years old. Let me say this again-Trinity was nine years old. For twelve days she fought for her life, but on May 27, 2021 she died.

Trinity wanted to be a teacher. She was shot in the head jumping on a trampoline. The gun culture in America is killing our children. The phrase “only in America” has new meaning.

Mother’s Day Weekend 2021 was marked by 9 mass shootings across our America resulting in 15 people killed and 30 people injured

Again and again and again……

As we celebrated the gift of love that a mother bestows on her children, shots were fired at people from Colorado Springs to Phoenix to a Baltimore suburb to California to Newark to Milwaukee to St Louis. People were shot dead or hit with a bullet tearing into one’s flesh.  For too many this Mother’s Day weekend was not a celebration of love, but a time for grieving.

It seems that as the corona virus retreats gun violence increases. Does our America need a new warning:  Be careful where you go, be careful because there are too many guns, too many short tempers, too little respect for life?  

A normal evening and then a man with a gun appeared

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On April 15, 2021 at 11 pm at the Indianapolis FedEx facility, it was a normal evening. Some workers were ending their shift and others were taking a break, heading to their cars to eat and relax before returning to work, and others were working in the facility. It was a normal evening until it was a tragic evening. A man with a gun came to this FedEx facility in Indianapolis on that normal evening and opened fire in the parking lot and inside the building. Eight people were killed – shot down instantly – ending their lives in pools of blood. It was a normal evening until it wasn’t.

Delmonte Johnson Was Making a Difference

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On September 5, 2018, Delmonte Johnson was 19 years old.  As a young man who lived in Chicago on the South Side, he knew the tragedy that gun violence brings to families and to community. Delmonte wanted to make a difference. He was an active anti gun violence advocate. He was a volunteer with GoodKids MadCity. He spearheaded fundraising to give children a chance to go to camp. He was an activist and he was shot and killed on the sidewalk of a South Side street in Chicago. The deadly bullets came from a car. The car sped away leaving Delmonte a new statistic in the toll gun violence takes on our young people across America. But he is not a hash mark, he was a brother and a son. He was a bright light. We, as part of the American community, must keep his light shinning and continue his work to stop gun violence.

Shame on America-Another School Shooting

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5/18/18 is the day of another school shooting. Eight students and two teachers did not return home from Santa Fe High School because they were shot dead while at school. I ask America what are we going to do about the killing of our youth. Youth are gunned down in schools and on our city streets. The youth of America is the future of America. We adults are failing our youth by not making strict laws, by not rethinking the #2A. When will we start to stop the blood shed? No child should fear being shot- this is America. And shame on us – this is the America where children fear being shot.

Too Many Hash Marks

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The second weekend in June 2016 was horrible. It was horrible because on June 10, 2016, Christina Grimmie was shot to death. It was horrible because on June 11, 2016, 49 people at the Pulse Club were shot to death. Now the number of victims from gun violence will include these deaths. The new total will include the death of these 50 people. These people who died will become hash marks in the never ending death count from gun violence. But these people are not hash marks they were sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, sons and daughters. Some were short, some were tall, some were serious some were carefree, some were men some were women. We the people of America must see each death from gun violence as individuals, as our brothers and our sisters. Only then can we see that we the people of America must make changes in our gun laws. We the people must have the courage to do the right thing. Change is slow but change only happens when there is a start. The start must happen. These victims are not hash marks, they were members of our community.

Chicago

Summer is a wonderful time of the year. The sun shines, children are out of school and families spend time together. Even in a hot city summer can be joyous. Children play on the sidewalks and parents sit on the stoops talking.

But it is summer 2016 and in Chicago parents will keep children inside. In Chicago communities are filled with fear. In Chicago gun violence is up 50%.

In Chicago on May 27, 2016 the residents and community leaders rallied together to take back the streets, to make their communities safe. On May 28, 2016, the police reported, 19 people had been shot, four shot dead, including a 15-year-old girl.

The people who make up the city of Chicago are scared of summer. They are scared to walk on the sidewalks; they are scared to let their children play in the sunshine.

Does the sun shine is Chicago or only produce a glare that shields the violence?

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Again and Again and Again and Again……….

FlynnPamela_06On June 17, 2015, nine people were shot and killed in the Emanuel AME Church, Charleston, South Carolina. The victims were part of a bible study group. The victims were peaceful citizens. The victims were sons, daughters, brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, grandfathers, grandmothers, aunts, uncles and friends. Hate and violence should have no place in America. Is our collective memory so short that we forget the pain from each of the mass shootings? Do we just add nine more hash marks to the tally? Too many killings-too much hate-too much pain.