Its our turn, Charlotte, to live the nightmare.
Its our turn to see the breaking news email about gunfire, to feel the notification buzz on our phone, to be jolted that our city is included in the next words we read.
Its our turn to watch aerial footage of places weve walked, to watch video loops of cautious police leading students we might know.
Its our turn to pray that we dont know the victims or shooter, then to pray for those who do.
Its our turn to see tweets from our public officials who are shocked and saddened, from our governor who is en route to the scene, from our members of Congress who are monitoring the situation.
Its our turn to have Gabby Giffords send her sorrow our way.
Its our turn to type tweets or Facebook posts about students who went to class like every other student, about holding your child a little tighter tonight, and feel it a little more intimately this time.
Its our turn to wonder what on earth we can do to change this, to wonder if better school security or mental health awareness or anything might stop this plague of gun violence.
Its our turn to hope that this shooting might be that catalyst for change, perhaps even locally or with state lawmakers.
Its our turn to realize that it wont, that were no different than Red Lake or Santa Fe or so many others.
EXCEPT SOME things are different now.
Its our turn to see that networks arent breaking in to programming to cover this school shooting, that Twitter isnt putting snark on hold, that national newspapers arent going to put this tragedy on their front pages.
Its our turn to realize that if that notification on our phone was about gunfire in another city, we too might have mentally swiped it away.
Its our turn to understand that its no longer big news when someone walks into a classroom and starts firing, that mass shootings happen with such regularity that theyve become more like all the other shootings with all the other guns.
Its our turn to also understand that thoughts and prayers from Republicans have worked, just not the way we want. Theyve worked as a stall and diversion, a way to say something without having to say anything, until the next shooting happens and everyone moves on.
Because everyone does move on now. And they will again, more quickly each time. This is the new nightmare that weve become deadened to the worst in us because it no longer feels like the worst. Its just who we are, and its our turn to live it.
