Tag: guns

  • Despair

    Despair

    “He wasn’t a big time drug dealer or anything, you know? He didn’t have anything worth taking. I knew him.”  My neighbor stopped for a moment, clearly shaken and deeply unnerved.  “Why did this happen to him?  We grew up together…” His voice faded and we sat in silence. It was twilight in summer and one of those ordinary and warm and therefore…

  • I have never met Shyheim Buford

    I have never met Shyheim Buford, a seventeen year old young man who, by all accounts from my roommate, was a kind and lively teenager, the sort who was and would have been a role model for the younger ones in our neighborhoods here in Wilmington, Delaware. He was even a street leader once in…

  • Kyrie Eleison, Trayvon Martin

    Kyrie eleison. In thinking about Trayvon Martin’s case, I’ve been reflecting on the many facebook posts expressing diverse sentiments including anger, relief, and sadness over the verdict. Let’s be transparent here. There are instances when a young black teenager in a hoodie will startle, if not terrify, me. In fact, I am often scared to…

  • Shootings and Samaritans

    Shootings and Samaritans

    [Originally written for the ESN blog.  Mainly recycled material.] I found out about the Newtown shooting while working in a pediatric clinic. In between seeing children with sore throats and rashes and sniffles, I would hover over the computer and read more about other children torn apart by gunfire. I found out about the Boston…

  • Guns, Children, and Suits: that which does not belong

    Guns, Children, and Suits: that which does not belong

    I would rather talk about guns and children than wear a suit. I do not like suits. Whenever I have to dress in anything fancier than casual, I become nervous because I know I am dressing for someone else’s eye. It sounds childish because it is, as an emotionally traumatic holdover from my super-awkward middle…

  • Never Normal

    Never Normal

    I got up before the alarm yesterday even though my sleep was fitful and restless.  Though it was hard for me to know for sure, I was fairly certain that a series of gunshots had woken me up in the middle of the night, and that what had followed was a series of nightmares about…