The NeverEnding Cycle

I remember Aurora. I remember the excitement I felt to see my favorite superhero in action, turning into fear the moment I stepped into that theater. I remember my attention being drawn to the exits every few minutes out of instinct. And when the theater employees came into the theater to check for safety and to count the seats — I remember, for a split second when my heart dropped and I thought, “was I next?”

I was 12 years old.

I remember Sandy Hook. I remember the barrage of media coverage and the face of the shooter plastered everywhere, like the star he wanted to be. I remember hearing the rumors that quickly spread that my school, or a school in our area, was next. I prayed before I left for school that morning. That morning the halls were silent, as me and my peers walked to our classes and thought, “are we next?”

I was 13 years old.

I remember Deah, Yusor, and Razan. 3 college students, close in age to my own sisters, shot in the street by a coward solely because of the religion they practice. Newly married & graduated, their whole lives ahead of them were stolen, taken, in an instant. I couldn’t help but think, “are my sisters next?”

I was 15 years old.

I remember Charleston. Where racist-hatred was front and center in this senseless act. In God’s house, this criminal act took place, and it was before God’s grace that he eagerly awaited our response. We were silent.

I was 15 years old.

I remember San Bernardino. I remember Orlando. I remember Las Vegas. I remember Parkland. I remember UNC Charlotte. I remember El Paso. I remember Tree of Life. I remember them all.
My whole generation remembers them all.

What I remember so clearly from each and every single one of these instances is the same old battle cry of “thoughts and prayers, thoughts and prayers, thoughts and prayers” — used to distract us from the issue at hand. This is not a time to sit by and pray for something to change. God’s greatest gift was giving humanity the ability to act on our own. It is deception to suggest otherwise. This is not a mental health issue, this is a gun issue.

I am so sick and tired of the hypocrisy of our elected officials: Democrat and Republican, who quote and misquote our constitution for their partisan political games and agendas, while ignoring the fundamental rights enshrined in its preamble:

“We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity…”

Every single time another one of these senseless massacres occur, these congressional cowards, under the guise of liberty and rights, do nothing but bicker over their support for the 2nd amendment and tout their A+ ratings from the NRA and put more money into the hands of arms manufactures — all while CHILDREN are dying in SCHOOLS, ADULTS are dying in the streets, and PEOPLE are dying based on their religious beliefs and skin color.

Tell me, how does willful ignorance ensure justice? How does it ensure domestic tranquility, or provide for our common defense, promote the general welfare, or secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our future generations?

How is it that in the self-proclaimed “greatest country in the world”, our leaders stand back and watch children die, time and time and time again, while doing completely nothing to solve the issue?

We live in a time of doublespeak and false promises. We are lied to, time and again from the politicians who supposedly speak for us and represent our interests. But the fact is, they represent the interest of nobody but themselves and their corporate and SuperPAC donors.

While we watch senseless killings in the streets and in our schools, while we are unable to afford healthcare, while we drown in a sea of rising prices, all these politicians do is continue to enrich themselves through stock market manipulation and corrupt bargain deals. They would rather look from above on their ivory towers, as the rest of us scramble and attempt to make sense of these senseless acts.

It doesn’t matter what race you are, what religion you practice, or what political philosophy you hold. These shootings have been the shadow that followed my generation throughout our lives and will now follow the generation behind me. It is time that we demand enough is enough.

We are fed reports of increased crime waves across the country, and our government shovels millions of dollars into police departments. We are fed lies of CRT infecting our schools, and parents rise up across the country “in defense of their children.” At what point will we, collectively, have the same response and demand the same action in the face of these deaths?

The critics, cynics, political pundits and opportunists would rather we forget this tragedy. They’d rather we continue this cycle of abuse that we have been subject to year after year, than hold the flames to their feet and demand action.

To those of us who are tired of these murders and will speak out, they will call us radicals and extremists, trying to discredit our pain, anguish, and anger. Don’t fall victim to the lies that those who only seek to divide will throw at us. Don’t fall victim to the false promises and empty prayers of our self-proclaimed “leaders” as they stand idly by.

At what point will we; the EXHAUSTED MAJORITY collectively stand as a coalition; not built around political leanings or religious, ethnic, and class backgrounds — but as a population fed up with obstruction and inaction? At what point will we, a nation held hostage, be set free from these national nightmares?

Blood has been spilled. The media has made the coward into an icon for the copycats. The cycle continues. Our politicians stay silent.

The greatest country in the world

How ironic.

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