Like lots of you, I'm residence for the holidays. For me, household is usually a smaller town of fewer than 1800 folks in Western New York- nine hours from New York City, two hours from Canada. I like to say it like this: should you went into the stereotypical south, picked up a village, and slapped it onto the tip of New York State-that could be my hometown. My town is a single of several comparable places scattered across Western New York. Around here, individuals proudly describe themselves as "rednecks," small boys get air guns as soon as they're old sufficient to pull the trigger, and everyone wears camouflage.
That is why I wasn't surprised when I walked by a car at Target and noticed it was decorated with stickers resembling bulletholestickers and shattered glass.
I never need to know who owns the specific car I saw to recognize that this is a trouble. I can see most of the boys in my graduating class applying these stickers to their own automobile, provided the chance- perhaps even a number of household members. And that scares me.
Moving to an urban environment has opened my eyes to violence. A friend in my constructing got mugged walking house from function. A woman was beaten and sexually assaulted inside the same spot I had been standing waiting for any cab... 10 minutes immediately after I had been standing there. Protests and memorials for lives lost to gun violence occur practically on my doorstep. I wake up every morning to news reports about how several men and women have been shot overnight, and how quite a few of these victims are nonetheless alive to tell their stories. So I suppose that is why these stickers on that truck hit me like a ton of bricks.
I'm blessed to not reside inside a location where a mass shooting just like the recent ones in Paris and San Bernardino has occurred. I am blessed that I spent my childhood within a location where guns have been just made use of for hunting, and I never heard of anyone obtaining hurt.
But what I've realized is... it could happen to me or the folks I really like. I could just be walking to class one day, and every thing could adjust in an instant. Actual bullet holes- just just like the ones around the side of your call- could show up on the buildings all around me with no a moment's notice.
That is how it was for the policemen with real bullet stickers inside the sides of their cars. For the journalists overseas whose news vans get shot at. For the victims of the shootings in Paris, San Bernardino, Newtown, Aurora, and about the planet who did not possess a metal automobile to hide behind or drive away with. The victims that aren't alive to inform you why these stickers on that truck are insensitive- but the purpose an individual has to.
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