Another day in the U.S. — another mass shooting on a college campus, this time (you can’t make it up) at a Oikos, a Christian university in Oakland, California. It happened Monday in Oakland, a city right next to San Francisco, whose airport I flew back to New York from this morning.
This time, seven were killed and three injured when a former student, One Goh, opened fire.
As usual, the cliches spill forth: “senseless tragedy”, “just like a movie”, “I thought I was going to die.”
I don’t write this so cynically out of any disrespect for the dead, injured or their families.
But it’s going to happen again, and again and again and again.
It’s never if, but when.
It’s estimated that 30 percent of American homes contain at least one firearm, some with a virtual arsenal. It’s also estimated that 25 percent of the population, during their lifetime, will suffer a mental illness.
If you know Venn diagrams, you quickly realize this is a lethal combination, one I described in my first book, “Blown Away: American Women and Guns”. In it, I include the stories of women whose sons and husbands and fathers committed suicide or homicide using a firearm.
There are many reasons that such mass murders simply never budge the needle in American public policy, from an economy still in tatters for millions — placing gun control at the bottom of a very long to-do list — to a nation deeply divided, sometimes even within the same state, on the need for an armed populace with the right to carry or to shoot to kill, even if someone is trying to steal your vehicle.
The case of Trayvon Martin is currently testing the limits of the public appetite for private self-defense — a young man shot dead while walking through a gated Florida community. His shooter was Hispanic, the victim — unarmed — black.
I’ve lived in the U.S. since 1988. I understand why gun violence is so much a part of this society.
I don’t understand, viscerally, why it’s still considered acceptable.