Numb to the actual tragedy itself, we move quickly to accusation and blame as a coping strategy, rather than looking honestly at the unprotected children lying dead on the floor.
Deaf to quiet truths, we swallow without question the untruths shouted in our face because their neatness makes them more palatable: “18 in 18.”
And blind to the glaringly obvious, we miss the fact that a young person with mental issues, weapons, a prescription and a grudge cannot be left to wander on to a school campus to seek revenge. Perhaps if he’d had a loving parent waiting for him at the school gate each day, his path would have been less dark.
Sometimes I think we shout loudest when we don’t know what to do. Perhaps if we all just listened a lot longer and spoke a little less we might be better placed to hear what actually happened, and learn how to stop something like it happening again.