Lin-Manuel Miranda and Ben Platt sang “The Story of Tonight” at last Saturday’s “March for Our Lives,” but the lyrics that came to my mind at the march were from Hamilton’s “My Shot”: “This is not a moment, it’s the movement.” It also seems to me that the teen architects of this common-sense-gun-control movement might just be the answer to all of those “thoughts and prayers” offered up by Republicans after each and every massacre with an AR-15.
Some have suggested, though, that the answer is to arm teachers. Can you imagine that?
Can you picture sweet Mrs. Crawford from Room 7 at Mountain View Elementary School ordering her kids to hunker down behind a fortress of flipped desks and filing cabinets as she prepares to roam the hallways in search of a killer?
“You kids stay put and stay quiet. I’ll be back soon. Emma and Harper, you keep the group quiet. Noah, you and Logan barricade the door behind me. Vickie, you pass out the rocks.”
Yes, rocks.
It seems that another solution to the license for mass murder is to provide classrooms with tubs of river rocks so that children can pelt armed intruders. I am not making this stuff up.
Rick Santorum’s solution to protect weapons of war on the street? Students should learn first aid and CPR so they can perform triage on their maimed and mutilated classmates.
By Emmett Lee Dickinson: I felt his life with both my hands To see if it was there – I held a mirror to his Breath, To prove if there was air – I pumped his Being down and down And paused at every pound I checked the Owner’s heart – With doubt, that I should hear the sound – I judged his features – jarred his face – I pushed his body by, and waited – If he – showed a sign – Conviction might, of me – They told us all, “Take Courage, Friends – That – in some future time – If you’d just learn to do CPR Some might just make it Home”! | By Emily Dickinson: I felt my life with both my hands To see if it was there – I held my spirit to the Glass, To prove it possibler – I turned my Being round and round And paused at every pound To ask the Owner's name – For doubt, that I should know the sound – I judged my features – jarred my hair – I pushed my dimples by, and waited – If they – twinkled back – Conviction might, of me – I told myself, "Take Courage, Friend – That – was a former time – But we might learn to like the Heaven, As well as our Old Home”! |