To Bear: A Commentary on Mass Shootings in the United States Part 3 (Where is the Action for Change?) and The Hollow Men…

Hello Everyone! I’m writing a comment on the current state of the response to mass shootings by our government(s) and our society, and a providing the well known poem The Hollow Men for reflection. I’ll just ask what has been accomplished besides the protests? Where is the action that was openly discussed in front of the world in response to the recent shooting? Empty words? Do we need to have more deaths? Sandy Hook (20 children between the ages of 6 and 7 died there)..Parkland…next…Do more children have to die before any action is taken? I hate to admit it, but I think the answer has arrived today (now yesterday) in Santa Fe, Texas. So now I guess we’ll have more talking about the NEED for ACTION, but with the INTENT to take NO ACTION…How many more children have to die?

There have been a total of 195 deaths, and 463 injuries, as a result of mass shootings (a total of 133 mass shootings) in the US through May of 2018. You can see the locations of where these mass shootings have occurred here.

 

President Trump’s Words on February 28, 2018 (See Video Above)
“And we can really get there. But we have to do it. We don’t want to wait 2 weeks, 3 weeks, 4 weeks and people sort of forget. And then we go back on. And then we have another problem. And we want to stop the problem from happening. So as we continue to mourn the loss of so many precious young lives in Parkland, Florida. We are determined to turn our grief into action. I really believe that. I think the people at this table want it. And when I see some folks don’t say nice things about me that’s ok. Because if we turn that into this energy, I’ll love you. I don’t care. We’re going to be able to do it. Sadly, these mass shootings are nothing new.”

Who is afraid of the NRA now? where is the action?

Is all this just empty words? I can’t help but to wonder.

….”Are you not entertained?”

…”Life is pain…Anyone who tells you otherwise is selling something.”

…..”So much for the glory of Rome…”

…”Truly you have a dizzying intellect…” Hmmmmm I wonder about those in who control our government….

I can’t help but to wonder where all this is going? Are our schools (and the children) as important as a sport stadium? The airport? The bank? An armored money truck? The White House? Our prisons? A courthouse? Will the movement continue? I know it is test time….so I understand from the perspective of kids. Will parents March into action? How about a National Parents Don’t Let Your Kids Go To School Day? I think that Families as tax payers and as a voting block have MORE to say? I wonder?

I leave you with a poem for reflection. I cannot put into words the pain felt by others in these circumstances. I can only try to relate in the manner I know how – through the poetry of TS Eliot, below. Know that there is support out here/there. Thank you for your time. Until next time. Same Bat Time. Same Bat Channel. Live long and prosper.

-The Husband (In solidarity with school children (and parents and teachers) everywhere…and especially those who have had to endure something that should not happen…

The Hollow Men by TS Eliot

Mistah Kurtz-he dead
A penny for the Old Guy
IWe are the hollow men
We are the stuffed men
Leaning together
Headpiece filled with straw. Alas!
Our dried voices, when
We whisper together
Are quiet and meaningless
As wind in dry grass
Or rats’ feet over broken glass
In our dry cellar

Shape without form, shade without colour,
Paralysed force, gesture without motion;

Those who have crossed
With direct eyes, to death’s other Kingdom
Remember us-if at all-not as lost
Violent souls, but only
As the hollow men
The stuffed men.

II

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
In death’s dream kingdom
These do not appear:
There, the eyes are
Sunlight on a broken column
There, is a tree swinging
And voices are
In the wind’s singing
More distant and more solemn
Than a fading star.

Let me be no nearer
In death’s dream kingdom
Let me also wear
Such deliberate disguises
Rat’s coat, crowskin, crossed staves
In a field
Behaving as the wind behaves
No nearer-

Not that final meeting
In the twilight kingdom

III

This is the dead land
This is cactus land
Here the stone images
Are raised, here they receive
The supplication of a dead man’s hand
Under the twinkle of a fading star.

Is it like this
In death’s other kingdom
Waking alone
At the hour when we are
Trembling with tenderness
Lips that would kiss
Form prayers to broken stone.

IV

The eyes are not here
There are no eyes here
In this valley of dying stars
In this hollow valley
This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms

In this last of meeting places
We grope together
And avoid speech
Gathered on this beach of the tumid river

Sightless, unless
The eyes reappear
As the perpetual star
Multifoliate rose
Of death’s twilight kingdom
The hope only
Of empty men.

V

Here we go round the prickly pear
Prickly pear prickly pear
Here we go round the prickly pear
At five o’clock in the morning.

Between the idea
And the reality
Between the motion
And the act
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

Between the conception
And the creation
Between the emotion
And the response
Falls the Shadow
Life is very long

Between the desire
And the spasm
Between the potency
And the existence
Between the essence
And the descent
Falls the Shadow
For Thine is the Kingdom

For Thine is
Life is
For Thine is the

This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
This is the way the world ends
Not with a bang but a whimper.

  1. Stephen T

    One of TS Elliot’s best. And apt. I wont comment on the latest incident, I’m not American, and any solution to this is only going to come from America itself. The rest of the world is open in its continued bafflement at there even being a debate as I’m sure you know. I for one hope that at some point your right to life is valued more than the right to kill.

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