Another kabuki theater performance is on its way.
Some will cite the need for gun control or at least a debate about gun control. (Mr. Ciancia’s automatic weapon is believed to be the same as that used in the Boston Marathon tragedy earlier this year.)
That conversation will be followed in blindingly short order by those who denounce bringing politics up during a tragedy. Cue sarcasm and vituperation.
Victims will turn into opportunists. And the whole thing will become very passe. After a few months, the sting will fade for everyone except the grieving and the traumatized. A year from now, news outlets will revisit the story. The coverage will focus heavily on the triumph over adversity trope. We’ll hear nothing from those who were unable to return to work. Or those whose grief stubbornly binds them to an unmovable depression. The LAX vendor whose business never recovers.
The insurance claims and legal complications will grind on, perhaps for years. But once the spotlight has moved to the next Sandy Hook, the next Aurora, and the next, the tone of negotiations is likely to be much less kind than we would hope.
It’s human to move on. The living desire life and that is as it should be. But there are two things I want to memorialize.
There was no plan. None. The calvary whether defined by government or the thousandth point of light never appeared.
I don’t live far from the airport. I know what I saw. Travellers heaving their luggage on foot on a hot day to camp out at area hotels. It resembled nothing as much as a snaking chain of refugees.
We’re not focused on the right things. The photograph above was the lead image on the LA Times site. The narrative? People complaining about having to wait. A drastic comparison? The site of Olympic athletes lounging while the Israeli athletes were held hostage at the Munich games.
Draw your own conclusions.