Memes may make you feel good but they don’t make you right

As we are all too aware, the world stage has seen yet another unimaginable tragedy unfold in the last few days. Though, to be fair, what’s been happening in Syria for the last several years is far worse; from mass killings to bombing of entire cities, this region has become hell on earth.

Most of us initially reacted to the French terrorist attacks with shock and horror, but quickly showed solidarity with France. I say most of us, because sadly and sickeningly, some were quick to use the tragedy as an argument to bolster their own needs and fears; namely gun protection and border closings. This is vile, and shows a level of ignorance not seen since WWII. It makes me sick and embarrassed to be an American. Common sense is not prevailing right now, so I’d like to set a couple of records straight.

There is a meme going around that I won’t share, simply because I refuse to give it any airtime or allow the owner to think that those who use it agree with him. I saw it on Facebook and Twitter. Those who share and agree are simply using the attack as propaganda and should be ashamed. I question their humanity and sanity.

It shows a picture of Paris and says, “Paris has some of the world’s most restrictive gun laws”. “How’s that working out for you now?”

Let’s all step back for a moment and take a deep breath. Someone actually posted this just days after the attack, and did so for propaganda purposes only. The half-wits who are passing this around aren’t for a moment, wondering if this makes any fucking sense. It just feels good. As if gun rights or restrictions have any meaning when it comes to grenades, suicide bombers, or venues that even in the States would have been gun free zones. Looking at firearm related deaths, I found a Small Arms Survey listing of counties by firearm related deaths. Guess what? In 2011 9,146 people died in the United States due to firearms; this includes homicide, suicide and accidents. In France? Just 35. So, how’s that Second Amendment working out for you cowboy?

This myth that good guys always beat bad guys with guns is born from the belief in the “Hollywood effect”. In our movie culture the “good” guy always wins, as he is able to pull his gun out and directly hit the bad guy. This is a myth because as we have seen in the last two years, domestic terrorists who’ve shot up movie theaters, college campuses, and elementary schools, were not stopped by a good guy with a gun. Don’t confuse this with people who have stopped home invasions. We know this happens, but it is one thing to be in your own home and have the advantage, it is another to be in a public setting with chaos all around you. You don’t have to take my word for it. Take the recent Oregon College shooting. A campus by the way that allows firearms on its campus.

John Parker Jr., an Umpqua student and Air Force veteran, told multiple media outlets that he was armed and on campus at the time of the attack last week. Parker and other student veterans (perhaps also armed) thought about intervening. “Luckily we made the choice not to get involved,” Parker told MSNBC. “We were quite a distance away from the actual building where it was happening, which could have opened us up to being potential targets ourselves.”
http://www.politico.com/magazine/story/2015/10/oregon-shooting-gun-laws-213222#ixzz3rtnAMRH0

In short, it is a hard fact that the US, with all its guns has had thousands more deaths by firearms than France. And, even if France had less restrictive gun laws, chances are a good guy with gun wouldn’t have prevented loss of life. If you want to argue for your right to carry a gun, by all means do. Just use facts and some common sense when making your argument. Those who use the blood of the innocent to make themselves feel better should reevaluate their place in human society. Trust me when I say, the rest of us won’t miss you.

The second record I want to set straight has to do with the fear of Syrian refugees. Since the attack on Paris, we’ve seen governors (including my own) take a hard stand against allowing them into our country for fear of terrorism. Let’s break their argument down:

The terrorist who just hit France were Syrian refugees! No, no they were not. It is now known that the terrorists were French Nationals. Only one had been to Syria. http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/europe/france/11995246/Paris-shooting-What-we-know-so-far-on-Wednesday-afternoon.html

Obama just wants to let them in, without first vetting who they are! No, he is not. They are screened by several agencies. And guess what? These are not the first Syrian refugees to be allowed into our country. Yes we are increasing our numbers from 350 a year to 10,00 but keep in mind this number is low compared to other European countries who have taken in thousands. Have you heard of a Syrian refugee terrorizing Europe in the last five years? No, you have not.

There are Syrian refugees currently living in the U.S. and ironically, living in many of states whose governors now want to close our borders because they are afraid of terrorists sneaking in under the guise of refugees. In a show of absolute hypocrisy, Texas State Representative Tony Dale went so far to write in a letter “Imagine a scenario were a refugees is admitted to the United States, is provided federal cash payments and other assistance, obtains a drivers license and purchases a weapon and executes an attack?”

Seriously Dale, you are afraid a Syrian might buy a weapon to use in an attack, but you strongly oppose background checks for Americans who have been known to attack other Americans? I hate to break it to you sir, but in the majority of our recent mass shootings the assailants were white male Americans. Maybe we should be more concerned with our homegrown terrorist rather than those who are seeking sanctuary from war. The hard fact is, that so far, 2015 has seen 294 mass shootings, but not one by a Syrian refugee. And a good guy with a gun stopped not one. So much for that meme!

 

Thanks for listening. I really had to get that off my chest.

Banned books, what are we protecting our children from?

I’m back! Yes, I have no doubt many of you have wondered what happened to my blog. I’ve even gotten a couple of nice e-mails from followers telling me that I’ve been missed. I truly appreciate my readers (all of you) and I should have posted long ago. But the thing is, I’ve not had a lot to say lately.

You’d think with everything going on I’d have something to say, but honestly, I’m tired and numb; tired and numb from all of the political bullshit that continues to pile up on a weekly basis. Tired and numb from the hard stand people are taking when it comes to religious rights and gun rights. And I am truly numb as those who profess to be Christian are screaming about gun rights the loudest.

What will it take for us as a nation to put aside our ideological differences to work together to effect the much-needed change our society needs? Right now Congress seems more concerned with women’s reproductive rights than the people’s right to live in a safe society. What more is there to say? What can be said, when every attempt at a thoughtful conversation only leads to people yelling behind their wall of belief and fear? Belief and fear that any attempt at sensible gun control will lead to all guns being taken away, belief and fear that any attempt to ensure that all people have equal rights will lead to some kind of war on Christianity. Those who hide behind such walls drag the rest of us down to their level because we cannot enter in meaningful dialog. We are getting nowhere fast it seems. And because of this, I am tired and numb. I had to leave the circus for a while and attempt to find some measure of peace. I am not sure I’ve succeeded, but I haven’t banged my head against a wall for a few months now. So, that’s something I guess.

So, instead of coming back ranting about current events, or trying to tie a history lesson to today’s ills, I thought I would share a (kinda) funny story, because this, I swear, could only happen to me.

As part of Banned Book Week, the Carson City library put a call out to people willing to come in and read from a selection of banned books. The reading (I thought) would be audio taped for a later presentation and celebration of books. I signed up as I don’t believe banning books is ever a good idea (well, except for Twilight, but that should go unsaid).

I showed up on the appointed day only to find that we would be filmed while reading! I dislike being filmed(no I am scared of it), but swallowed my fear of the camera for the greater good. I also realized to my horror that in my attempt to get to the library on time, I forgot my reading glasses. Sometimes I question my ability to leave the house fully groomed.

While waiting my turn I quickly looked at the stack of books, hoping to find something with big print. I did not want to be filmed squinting or hesitating as I tried desperately to read the text. I found what I was looking for in Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian. I remembered reading it several years ago, and in fact bought it for my son. It had big(ish) print and I could not imagine a better young adult book to illustrate the power of books. For those of you who are not familiar with Alexie’s work, he is a writer and filmmaker who shines a light on the plight of the modern Native American in humors and heartbreaking detail. This particular story is told by an unnamed narrator who talks about life in and out of the reservation. His characters are drawn from Alexie’s own friends and family and he breathes so much life into them that they quickly become the reader’s friends and family. I think Alexie is very underrated. I picked his book not only because I could see the text, but also because he has much to teach us.

So as I was called to get up in front of the camera, I quickly scanned the book to find an appropriate passage to read from. I was told I only had 3 minutes, so whatever I picked, it had to have context; it had to be a 3 minute short story. I saw that chapter 4 started with the narrator talking about his first day of high school. Brilliant, I thought! This would work, as it would speak to young adults about social fears (I thought) and could be read as a short story.

Behind the camera stood a quiet, seemingly shy young man (he looked high school age) who said he would tell me when to start and stop. I had been directed to state my name, the name of the book and why it was banned. So when the young man motioned me to start I said:

My name is Sari Nichols, and I am reading at the Carson City library. The book I chose is Sherman Alexie’s The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian; one of my favorite books. It was banned because it talks about poverty, masturbation, and is anti-Christian.

Then I began to read from the book. I tried very hard to be “camera friendly”. I memorized a few sentences at a time so that I would be looking up more than I was looking down. As I read from the page it became clear I had inadvertently picked a passage that illustrated why someone had deemed it ban worthy. Oh shit, I thought, as I continued to read, do I stop or do I own the words? Do I say sorry, thus giving in to the idea that this book should be banned or do I continue, showing the world (or whoever watches this video that this is a part of the human condition and should be embraced?) I looked past the camera for a split second and saw that the two librarians were laughing! One was laughing so hard she was bent over in her chair. My decision was made; I owned the words, stressing them as if they came forth from my head and burst from my mouth. And why not? It’s the truth, not matter how much we blush to think about it. I do however feel for the young man behind the camera who looked the other way. I don’t know if he was laughing or was horrified. I’d like to believe he laughed… but I did notice he cut me off rather quickly.

Here is part of what I read

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian

I was fourteen and it was my first day of high school. I was happy about that. And I was most especially excited about my first geometry class. Yep, I have to admit that isosceles triangles make me feel hormonal.

Most guys, no matter what age, get excited about curves and circles, but not me. Don’t get me wrong. I like girls and their curves. And I really like women and their curvier curves. I spend hours in the bathroom with a magazine that has one thousand pictures of naked movie stars:

Yep, that’s right, I admit that I masturbate. I’m proud of it. I’m good at it. I’m ambidextrous. If there were a Professional Masturbators League, I’d get drafted number one and make millions of dollars. And maybe you’re thinking, “Well, you really shouldn’t be talking about masturbation in public.” Well, tough, I’m going to talk about it because EVERY-BODY does it. And EVERYBODY likes it. And if God hadn’t wanted us to masturbate, then God wouldn’t have given us thumbs. So I thank God for my thumbs.

When I finished one of the librarians came over (the one who was bent over laughing) and asked if I had deliberately picked that passage. I sighed and said no, it was just dumb luck. Thankfully she thought I did a good job at making the passage come alive and had the courage to do so. It did not take courage but encouragement, and the willingness of others to stand for what is right. Books should not be banned because they may teach young adults about things “better left unsaid”, whether that be about poverty or masturbation. But sadly, this is America today. Many try to shield their children from unspoken truths, because their walls do not allow them to, because their truths would crumble under the weight of thoughtful conversations.

 

This is America today.

059fe9d-2.cachedGuess I just jumped back into the circus. Cue the music!

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