Since the Orlando shootings I have wanted to write, but I have found myself unable to write more than the restricted text length of a tweet because of the rainbow of emotions I experience in the matter of one minute every minute of the day. I’m sad and torn apart.
How could this happen. How could a man see two men kissing and resort to murdering 50 unarmed innocent people? How can this person enter a venue for expressing love, pride, celebration and jubilation and shoot over 100 people? How can this one person cause fear in people across an entire nation at events, public places, parades, festivals, clubs, and bars? How do we live in a country where a man who, at least for a while, was on a terror watch list and was still able to purchase an assault weapon? How do we live in a country where a man with a history of spousal abuse is able to purchase a firearm and work for a federally contracted security firm and hold a weapon for that firm?
How do we live in a country where a tragedy of this nature turns into a political debate in under 12 hours? How do we live in a country where politicians turn a tragedy to a story about them? How do we live in a country where politicians like Rick Scott try to deny that a massacre was not a hate crime when the shooter said he saw two gay men kissing then went into a gay night club and shot 100 gay men and women? How do we live in a country where people are more worried about the right to own assault rifles then letting the mourning actually mourn? My questions are endless. My pain is deep and my anger is soaring.
Yes, a lot of those who are distraught over the Orlando shooting took to social media to shout out in anger over gun laws, over the fact that a man who was once under FBI investigation was able to legally purchase an assault weapon and that we still don’t have sensible gun laws that could have prevented him from purchasing this rapid fire weapon so easily, yet I still don’t understand the need for the far right to attack. Of course people are upset. Of course people are going to vent their frustration. Let them. Let us!
After the Charleston, NC shooting the same thing happened and no one took your guns away. No legislations were enacted. After the tragedy in Sandy Hook the same cries were made and nothing happened to your guns. It’s a form of grieving, yet you second amendment buffoons can’t see through your hatred of the left and your obsession with life taking weapons to see that people are grieving. If this was a random Monday, then fine. Polarize and argue your politics. Until then, can you open your hearts up a little and leave people alone?
The gun control fight will continue, but for a few days give us space to be angry and yell and cry. It’s a fair request. Have a heart.
I don’t know anyone searching you out saying, you know what… let me find a gun loving 2nd amendment toting person to harass today… No. All I see are people tweeting each other messages of love, messages of agreed outrage until we are attacked by your disagreement. Back off. Go tweet with your loyalist who actually care about your views on guns and that you love holding a powerful life taking weapon. Until then respect our right to feel hurt.
Respect us. Respect our right to be angry that this man legally purchased a gun that could shoot massive amounts of people in seconds. In my world, you don’t need an assault rifle or military weapon to kill Bambi for dinner.
The last thing we need right now in our grief is people sending us insults and angry messages. A woman with the twitter handle @msalott whose twitter bio reads, “Christian due to Grace of God thru Jesus Christ! Wife and Mother and Proud Grandmother who believes in my Country and it’s greatness! Donald Trump supporter!” sent me countless tweets attacking me on my views on guns, my grief, and slams on Islam and Muslim’s as well as personal insults then asked me why I was just looking to hate her…
Lady… if you are going to send me messages of attack out of the blue, let me remind you, I don’t search for people to tweet. I respond when tweeted to only. But, when you are going to send me messages of attack out of the blue you best believe I am going to hate you. You best believe in my grief and anger I am going to educate you on my views and you should also know my anger is going to grow at the hypocrisy of you labeling yourself as a Christian and not having the respect to understand and allow people to grieve in the face of tragedy. These people are disgusting. These people are heartless. These people are not American.
Let us grieve. At the very least remember the names of those who were lost because maybe that will make you think twice when you are so nasty:
- Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34.
- Stanley Almodovar III, 23.
- Luis Omar Ocasio-Capo, 20.
- Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22.
- Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36.
- Peter O. Gonzalez-Cruz, 22.
- Luis S. Vielma, 22.
- Kimberly Morris, 37.
- Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30.
- Darryl Roman Burt II, 29.
- Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32.
- Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21.
- Anthony Luis Laureanodisla, 25.
- Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35.
- Franky Jimmy Dejesus Velazquez, 50.
- Amanda Alvear, 25.
- Martin Benitez Torres, 33.
- Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37.
- Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26.
- Xavier Emmanuel Serrano Rosado, 35.
- Gilberto Ramon Silva Menendez, 25.
- Simon Adrian Carrillo Fernandez, 31.
- Oscar A. Aracena-Montero, 26.
- Enrique L. Rios Jr., 25.
- Miguel Angel Honorato, 30.
- Javier Jorge-Reyes, 40.
- Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32.
- Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19.
- Cory James Connell, 21.
- Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, 37.
- Luis Daniel Conde, 39.
- Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33.
- Juan Chevez-Martinez, 25.
- Jerald Arthur Wright, 31.
- Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25.
- Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25.
- Jonathan Antonio Camuy Vega, 24.
- Jean C. Nives Rodriguez, 27.
- Rodolfo Ayala-Ayala, 33.
- Brenda Lee Marquez McCool, 49.
- Yilmary Rodriguez Sulivan, 24.
- Christopher Andrew Leinonen, 32.
- Angel L. Candelario-Padro, 28.
- Frank Hernandez, 27.
- Paul Terrell Henry, 41.
- Antonio Davon Brown, 29.
- Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz, 24.
- Akyra Monet Murray, 18.