October 2nd 2017 & Las VegasA Story by Amy Zdunowski-RoederMy day after waking up and hearing about the Mass Shooting in Las VegasToday I woke up on the east coast to the news that there was
a mass shooting in Las Vegas last night.
50 people murdered, more than 400 wounded. Shooter, Stephen Paddock, dead, 64, an
American citizen. As many times as a
tragedy like has happened, I still feel the knife in my heart whenever I hear
or see the words “Mass Shooting.” My
mind, like clockwork, focuses into a frenzied list to the order of: 1) Do I know anyone in the targeted area? This time, yes. Kim, Tara & Freddy, check. 2) Would they have been at the site of the massacre? Probably not Kim, but who hates country music
but who knows, she may have changed and suddenly likes it. What about Tara and Freddy? Possibly.
It’s been so long since I have seen them. Check 3) How do I find out if they are ok? Facebook, check So after pounding through social media and discovering
everyone is safe, my mind then drones into the horror that the families of the
deceased must be facing now. Sisters,
sons, mothers, brothers, fathers, daughters,, now gone. Mercilessly.
Senselessly. Families changed
forever "grieving and thinking “Why, why did this have to happen?” WHY did our loved one go to that concert?
WHY. WHY them? Why didn’t they go somewhere else? Why didn’t they stand in a different
spot?” Why God, why? A hole now exists
in their hearts and in their families forever.
Sadness, such sadness. I
empathetically feel their pain and wish I could comfort them somehow. Now my sadness goes to anger. Pure anger.
Why the f**k did this deranged manic decide to open fire on all of these
innocent people? What gave him the
f*****g right to even contemplate taking others lives? Who does he think he is and finally, why was
he allowed to have that f*****g gun? OR
all of those f*****g guns? I drove my husband Joseph to work today after dropping Zane
off at school. I decided to drive him
into the city today because I wanted to make sure he got to his job
safely. Deep down, I was feeling uneasy
and unsure that mass transit was a good idea today for him. On NPR, which we listen to every morning, the reporter was
playing a clip of the shooter at the concert.
The mere sound of the rapid-fire automatic rifle brought tears to my
eyes. The utter speed at which the shots
were fired off, each one MEANT for a living, breathing person below-a loved one
to somebody, each one with evil intent to murder, each one with indiscriminant
careless purpose, all of which, was
harrowing to listen to. Then another round, and another. More than 25 seconds worth of shooting. “
Make it stop! My ears don’t want to hear it anymore! Somebody stop this!! Think of all of the pain
and confusion. These poor people!” I turn to Joseph and his face shows me he is feeling what I
am feeling exactly. I am choked up and can
barely speak at this point while slowly making my way up 8th
Avenue. Then my head goes to:
This could happen here- any day.
Look where we are- one of the biggest cities in the world. How easily this could happen. Look at the people out here on their way to
work, thousands of individuals on the streets right now. Look at the buildings- how high they
are. Look where Joseph is working-
Times Square. These horrible thoughts
shook me in terror and I am two thousand miles from the actual site of the
devastation. Look at how upset and concerned I am right
now. My mind then says to itself “ I only feel safe at home. You cannot trust anyone, anywhere.” When these words cross my mind, I feel an
overwhelming sense of being ashamed.
This is what these terrorists (YES to me mass shooters are terrorists)
want me to think. The definition of
terrorist is “ a person who uses unlawful violence and intimidation, especially
against civilians, in the pursuit of political aims”. This in my eyes, WAS Timothy McVeigh, this WAS
the shooter at Pulse nightclub, this IS Stephen Paddock. I was
in New York City for the 9/11 terrorist attack and I know what it feels like to
want to pack up and leave out of fear.
It is in our genetic makeup and instincts to want to protect ourselves
and our families from the possibility of harm.
The question now is, where would you go instead of where you are? Why do
you think that somewhere else in the USA is safer than where your current location
is? As we have seen time and time again,
NO PLACE is safe but we cannot, as humans forfeit our rights to walk this earth
and country out of pure fear. I made the mistake of looking at Twitter this morning. One of the hashtags is #guncontrol. For me personally, and I am just say that-
ME, PERSONALLY, I believe we need extensive background checks on people who
want to purchase guns especially if there is a history of mental illness or
criminal charges in their past. Checks
on those who want semi- automatic guns and military style firearms feels like
no brainer ( TO ME, however I am sure my point of view is unpopular with others
and that’s FINE) But for me, I am not saying take guns away for good, because we all know that that
will NEVER happen, but having more laws to make it more difficult for people to
legally carry them, can POSSIBLY help curtail instances like what happened in
Las Vegas yesterday. But the real question is, HOW do we work together and make a
change. I know that the people on the
Left and people on the Right DO NOT want these shootings to happen. None of us do! How can we implement change together without
making people feel like their rights are being taken away? How can we together reach a common, mutually
respected ground to help fix this epidemic in America. My heart is open and I am ready to go. Join me.
God Bless America xx © 2017 Amy Zdunowski-RoederAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on October 3, 2017 Last Updated on October 3, 2017 Tags: Las Vegas, mass murder, gun control, gun violence AuthorAmy Zdunowski-RoederJersey City, NJAboutHello! Writing has always been a part of my life, in many forms and configurations. In conjunction to my job as a Makeup Artist, Hairstylist and Groomer. I have felt my unbridled need to write mor.. more..Writing
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