Now a question. How many more presidents, Republican or Democrat, will have to reorder those words and give the same speech with the same emotion and sincerity before we demand Congress does something? Before we demand that the “gun culture” in America is a failure that does not provide security to its citizens and that we embrace legislation similar to other industrialized nations who neither suffer our gun caused carnage nor understand our acceptance of it in the name of some bastardized definition of freedom? How long?
Speaker John Woods, whose girlfriend was murdered at the Virginia Tech massacre listens to John MacLean perform his incredibly moving tribute to the children of Sandy Hook Elementary called Six. Photo credit: Austin Dowling
To argue with a man who has renounced the use and authority of reason, and whose philosophy consists in holding humanity in contempt, is like administering medicine to the dead, or endeavoring to convert an atheist by scripture. Enjoy, sir, your insensibility of feeling and reflecting. It is the prerogative of animals. And no man will envy you these honors, in which a savage only can be your rival and a bear your master.
Thomas Paine, The American Crisis, March 21, 1778
There was only one catch and that was Catch-22, which specified that a concern for one’s safety in the face of dangers that were real and immediate was the process of a rational mind. Orr was crazy and could be grounded. All he had to do was ask; and as soon as he did, he would no longer be crazy and would have to fly more missions. Orr would be crazy to fly more missions and sane if he didn’t, but if he were sane he had to fly them. If he flew them he was crazy and didn’t have to; but if he didn’t want to he was sane and had to. Yossarian was moved very deeply by the absolute simplicity of this clause of Catch-22 and let out a respectful whistle.
Joseph Heller, Catch-22, Chapter 3, 1961
The gun “debate” in the United States pits two sides against one another which could not be more different had they hailed from different edges of the ever expanding universe. One side uses rationality, compassion and fact, believing that life is paramount and government’s supreme priority is the defense of its citizens. The other side uses paranoia, fear and hyperbole, gets exorcised at the words “tyranny,” “Obama,” and “confiscation,” and is armed to the teeth to defend themselves against the very republic which they claim to love. Logic would tell you that the fight is not fair. Logic would suggest that reason and compassion would reign over hysteria and fear. Logic would be wrong.
This country finds itself at a moral crossroad at a time when it also intersects with a political movement bent on a systemic abdication of empathy in favor of some financial utopia; an Ayn Randian egoism on steroids. Let us assume that the Tea Party faction of the Republican Party was formed with the intention of restoring the federal government’s financial ledger. Let’s also ignore that the ledger wasn’t upended in the first place by Republicans plunging us into two wars based on specious arguments and bloodlust following 9/11. Place into that caustic mixture a society where the internet has led to more granularization of beliefs and less debate and compassion, a youth with the responsibility memory of a fruit fly and the belief that there is a cosmic “reset” button on life, a proliferation of 300,000,000 guns with no oversight because of a lobbying group with rabid members who salivate at the concepts of “tyranny” or “confiscation” and cannot hide their racial/political hatred for our sitting president and would burn the country down to see him fail and you have a toxic environment where compassion and logic are trounced by hysteria and hyperbole.
Nowhere is this confluence of concepts more evident than in Texas, a state being torn from the safety of republican clutches and turning purple before our eyes. While the cities are democratic strongholds, the rural areas are staunchly red. Unfortunately for Republicans, the urbanization of the country, combined with the influx of citizens relocating from democratic northern states and the burgeoning immigrant population arriving from the south clash in a cultural maelstrom which will result in a blue Texas. Once that happens (and assuming California and New York remain blue), there is no mathematical formula that wins Republicans the White House. The only question is when Texas turns blue, not if.
In the gun debate the lines are equally color coded. Red states love their guns. Blue states don’t. Which leaves Texas in the unenviable position of being the stage from which we all get to watch Republicans pander to the NRA and their rabid, and predominantly white constituency, who ignore the impending tsunami in hopes of returning to the “glory” days of the wild west where guns were plenty and white men ruled the world. Everywhere there can be seen the angry clamoring for this return to Mitt Romney’s 1950’s America. “Secede” bumper stickers jockey for placement on pickup trucks already adorned with Browning logos, Keep Christ in Christmas clings, and that little imp peeing on the words “Gun Control” next to a picture of a cannon and the Greek words Molon Labe (Come and Take It).
Lawmakers, both on the local, state and national level from Texas enrobe themselves in the American flag in order to conceal the Texas flag they truly wear, as if one is not part of the other. They are increasingly suspicious of the United States Constitution and make legislative overtures ignorant of the Supremacy Clause in feel-good measures enabled to allow Texas to enjoy the fruits of the US Constitution a la carte while simultaneously ignoring the burden borne equally by the 50 states to uphold the union.
Beyond the Ted Nugent’s and Alex Jonses’ of the Loon Star State, it is also home to other less colorful, but potentially more damaging (and entertaining, were it not people’s lives hanging in the balance) due to their lawmaking potential. These include:
Governor Rick Perry whose solution to gun violence following the sickening murder of 20 first graders in Newtown Connecticut was to pray and who is wooing gun manufacturers to relocate to good-ole-boy Texas.
Attorney General Greg Abbott who has advertised in New York newspapers for New Yorkers upset at the impending sensible gun legislation to relocate to good-ole-boy Texas where EVERYBODY has at least one gun and “gun control is when you use both hands.”
US Rep Steve Stockman who invited twisted has-been rocker Ted Nugent to the State of the Union speech in violation of all common decency and decorum in front of the families of Newtown in attendance, and who is also pursuing the “persecuted” gun manufacturers to relocate to good-ole-boy Texas. As a member of the House, he has pledged to prevent any gun legislation from being voted on. A true patriot.
State Rep. Steve Toth, (a minister) and Tea Party sycophant who in the weeks following Newtown held a “Gun Appreciation Day” on the steps of the state capital in Austin and has introduced his version of cafeteria style US Constitution adherence legislation called the “Firearm Protection Act” prohibiting local law enforcement from implementing federal gun laws. He appreciates guns and protects firearms. Did I mention he’s a minister? To bastardize the murdered John Lennon’s quip “Guns are bigger than Jesus.” Welcome to the Church of Glock. This is also the same “representative of the people” who cancelled his appearance on a local PBS television show when he found out he had to debate me, a “far left wing radical!” You see, he wants to represent the people, just not talk with them.
US Senator Ted Cruz, another Tea Party twit who joined Senators Rand Paul and Mike Lee (and 11 other senators) in a ridiculous filibuster designed to prevent any gun legislation from being voted on by the senate. He claims he will do whatever is necessary to defend the Second Amendment, which is Tin Foil Hat language for “I’m going to do everything I can to prevent the “libtards” from starting down the path toward registration and confiscation.” Again, they defend the gun and every nutjob’s right to them with callous disregard to the carnage caused by these “good, honest, law abiding Americans.”
Here is a breakdown of the campaign funding various Texas legislators have received from the NRA since 1990:
Legislator
District
Party
Amount
NRA Grade
Ted Cruz
Junior
Republican
$ 9,900
A+
John Cornyn
Senior
Republican
$ 17,850
A
Louie Gohmert
1
Republican
$ 11,450
A
Ted Poe
2
Republican
$ 9,500
A+
Sam Johnson
3
Republican
$ 23,450
A
Ralph Hall
4
Republican
$ 25,450
A
Jeb Hensarling
5
Republican
$ 20,900
A
Joe Barton
6
Republican
$ 47,948
A
John Culberson
7
Republican
$ 22,550
A
Kevin Brady
8
Republican
$ 17,500
A
Al Green
9
Democrat
$ –
F
Michael McCaul
10
Republican
$ 19,500
A
K. Michael Conaway
11
Republican
$ 11,000
A
Kay Granger
12
Republican
$ 13,950
A
Mac Thornberry
13
Republican
$ 27,450
A
Randy Weber
14
Republican
$ –
A
Ruben Hinojosa
15
Democrat
$ –
D
Beto O’Rourke
16
Democrat
$ –
N/A
Bill Flores
17
Republican
$ 7,000
A
Sheila Jackson Lee
18
Democrat
$ –
F
Randy Neugebauer
19
Republican
$ 16,950
A
Joaquin Castro
20
Democrat
$ –
C
Lamar Smith
21
Republican
$ 30,750
A+
Pete Olson
22
Republican
$ 12,450
A
Pete Gallego
23
Democrat
$ 1,000
A-
Kenny Marchant
24
Republican
$ 10,750
A
Roger Williams
25
Republican
$ 2,000
AQ
Michael Burgess
26
Republican
$ 13,150
A
Blake Farenthold
27
Republican
$ 4,500
A
Henry Cuellar
28
Democrat
$ 18,350
A-
Gene Green
29
Democrat
$ 12,950
A-
Eddie Johnson
30
Democrat
$ –
F
John Carter
31
Republican
$ 22,450
A+
Pete Sessions
32
Republican
$ 64,000
A+
Marc Veasey
33
Democrat
$ –
B
Filemon Vela
34
Democrat
$ 1,000
AQ
Lloyd Doggett
35
Democrat
$ –
F
Steve Stockman
36
Republican
$ 1,000
A
The total here is almost $500,000, and this counts only the contributions made to those currently holding office. It does not count the amounts contributed to unsuccessful candidates or those who previously held office. It does make me wonder why the NRA would spend so much money in a state so gun hungry as Texas.
Former Virginia Tech student and EMT Kathy Staats who responded to the shooting there on April 16, 2007. Photo credit: Austin Dowling
Which brings me to Texas George. You see, there was a Gun Sense rally sponsored by Moms Demand Action at the Texas capital in Austin last weekend. Hundreds of people attended to listen to the reasoned and compassionate speeches of victims, family member, first responders and legislators. While one young woman, a volunteer EMT at Virginia Tech who responded to the mass shooting on the morning of April 16, 2007, relayed to us her attempts to secure an oxygen mask to a student whose jaw had been blown off by a bullet and who later died, a local genius who called himself Texas George walked up to the front of the crowd holding a sign with the nonsensical message “Stop Gun Ban.” As other people in the crowd tried to get in front of him to block his asinine, attention seeking stunt, I noticed the sickest part of this display. While he held the nonsensical sign in his right hand, he held the hand of his no more than 6 year old grandson in his left. Two thoughts rang through my head. First, how insensitive and callous to bring your grandson to such an event where his grandfather was being berated and shouted down (by me in addition to others), but that his grandson was roughly the same age as the 20 children blown apart in Newtown, Connecticut. And while that juxtaposition played around inside my head, the most poignant image of that day would have to wait for me to see it the following day.
Texas George and his inane sign. There are 300,000,000 guns in America. What gun ban?
The image below shows my child standing behind a woman holding a sign denouncing the murder of 8 children a day in America. My initial (and eternal) pride in seeing my son stand up for something he believes in and which saves lives gave way to the sick feeling that slammed into my stomach when I linked the message about children to the sight of my child. Something I will never forget and something Texas George, Ted Cruz, Steve Stockman, Steve Toth, Rick Perry, Greg Abbott and any other defender of our “God given” right to blow away any of His creatures will never understand. Joseph Heller’s protagonist would question everybody’s sanity in this drama. Logical discourse with these people is like administering medicine to the victims of Newtown.
My son, Cameron (left) and his friend Austin listen to speeches while a woman holds a poignant sign.
When I was in college at the University of Connecticut, three hundred years ago (from 1983-87), we endured the occasional bomb threat. Students rolled their eyes and trudged outside into the slush soaked mud where grass used to grow in the fall (before students commandeered it for the traction and width it provided instead of risking a broken neck on the iced-over and far too thin walkways).
Bomb threats were a nuisance, they disrupted classes and schedules and not once did they prevent a test or quiz from being given. If class was cancelled, they were given the next day. We all knew who had called in the threat. It was always some nitwit who had been out partying the night before instead of studying. He was either hung-over or just plain unprepared for the exam. No media frenzy was created. Parents only found out about the threat if students bothered to mention the disruption to their schedule on their next visit home. Sure, there was always that buzzing in the back of your head, “but what if it’s real,” however, we pushed that aside and went about our business.
In the years since, the world has changed, both for the better and worse. The internet has evolved as our main source of information. IPhones, iPads and MacBook Pro’s have replaced landlines in the dorm room, student discounted newspaper subscriptions and renting a typewriter in the bowels of the main library for $1.00 an hour. We have also endured the paradigm shifting event of September 11, 2001. The equivalent of our grandparent’s December 7, 1941 (but closer to home) and our parent’s November 22, 1963 (but more personal), enduring that day changed forever the way we see ourselves, our country and the world. It was as if, in the instant the second plane hit the South Tower, we ripped out the partially written pages of the rest of our lives and inserted blank, blood stained pulp instead. Living in Rhode Island, halfway between the origination of the flights (Boston) and their initial targets (NYC), my children’s elementary school was in lockdown mode for hours, my wife stationed outside the main door waiting to scoop them into her protective arms. Unimaginable horror had reached our shores. The great oceans that had buffered us in two world wars gave way to the globalization of terror. Nobody was safe anymore. The buzzing had intensified.
Now my children are in college, freshmen at the University of Texas at Austin. Three days ago, they suffered through what I remember as a disruptive, but innocuous event caused by an unprepared knucklehead. Instead, they heard the campus-wide siren wail for attention followed by text messages to clear all buildings. A caller, who claimed not to be a student and affiliated with Al-Qaeda, said he had placed bombs all around campus and that they would detonate in 90 minutes. Two other schools also reported bomb threats that day. The FBI is investigating to see if they are connected. My children, although they performed quickly and efficiently in evacuating campus together, were shaken by the event. Following the adrenaline crash that night, they were almost nonverbal when we video chatted with them. You could almost see the effect the buzzing in the back of their heads was having on them.
I’m all but certain this was the result of yet another unprepared student, separated generationally from my era, but convinced, nonetheless, that this was the only way to avoid a catastrophic grade. However, given the world in which we live, that faint buzzing in the back of my head now takes on the scream of airliners overhead and the horrific thud of those who decided to jump rather than burn. I will never forget those sounds and I can never assume that terrorism, either foreign or domestic, has not visited upon my children’s lives. Text messaging and phone calls link me to them during these times, if the cellular network withstands the spike in usage. We have to let them leave the nest and fly, but now I no longer shrug when I hear of a bomb threat on campus. The buzzing is too loud.