Note: Some of the information in this post is sensitive and could conceivably be used to track me down. No perverts. I am a member of two churches: one Catholic (because I'm Catholic) and one Unitarian (because all my friends go there). I didn't go to either this morning because I had visitation with my father. Last night we went bowling with his new girlfriend. The TVUU was staging a version of the musical 'Annie'. My friend was in it. My mother had wanted to take me, but it would have been too much trouble to end the visitation early. So no Broadway church for me.
As it turns out, just as the kids started singing a guy walked in and shot up the place.
http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/07/27/chu ... storyviewSBecause my father is in the news business and I am in the church community, I know more about this story than most people. My friend's foster father, G., by all accounts a great guy though I only met him once, is dead. My mom's boss got a good look at the shooter and is therefore being held for questioning. Nobody else I know well was hurt. And thankfully, the guy aimed away from the children. He only shot seven adults before a UT professor tackled him and wrestled the gun out of his hands, pinning him there until the police arrived.
The assailant had a fanny pack full of extra shotgun shells with him. He really meant business. They were able to capture him alive. We don't know the motive yet, but the fact that he chose a Unitarian church that is active in the local gay rights movement may indicate that this was a hate crime.
You know, when you see this kind of thing on the news (Columbine, Virginia Tech, those poor Amish kids) you invariably respond with a confident It-Can't-Happen-Here, a perfectly natural human coping mechanism. If we didn't have It-Can't-Happen-Here, we would be nervous wrecks all the time. Unfortunately, no matter how psychologically useful, the ICHH assumption is completely wrong. It happened to my church. It happened
here. People I know are
dead.
Oh my God.
is why I think America suffers from what I call the Charlton Heston Syndrome. If people weren't so psychotic about their right to bear arms, none of this pointless violence would ever happen.