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Which means we have to love them more than we love guns.
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We also have to love our children enough to protect them from danger. But that is mere preamble to creating a world where eighteen-year-old boys feel valued and loved within their community, so they don’t even contemplate rogue destruction. One first step is to deny eighteen-year-old troubled boys’ access to AK-15’s. We have to rededicate our shared ideals over individual pursuit. It is so much easier to call out difference than celebrate commonality to tear down rather than build up to divide rather than unite. We vote into office politicians who pedal fear and division, whether through jingoistic heart-thumping or slivering us into narrow identities. We have squandered the opportunity of equity for all. I am deeply ashamed of the nation we have become. I have a deep love for the founding principles of our nation. The correlation between access to guns and gun violence, whether measured among nations, among US states, within US localities is clear direct, and indisputable. Guns we use them to shoot ourselves, and our children. Yet we lock up 20% of the world’s prisoners we own a third of all private guns. United States citizens comprise 5% of the humans on this planet. On this Memorial Day, I am a well-travelled American, in despair for our nation. I have been to the tower at the University of Texas. I have been to the Book Depository at Dallas. I have been to Arlington National Cemetery. I have been to the Granary Burial Ground. I have stared, breathless, at the destruction of 9/11. I have been in an underground missile silo. I have been to Fort Dix and Fort Bragg and Fort Pendleton. I have been to organic fields in Vermont. I have been to autonomously-trackered fields in Kansas. I have been to migrant-festered fields in California. I have been to Topeka, where separate was deemed unequal. I have been to the company towns of Corning and Homestead Hershey and Pullman. I have been to the Utopian remnants of Hancock, Massachusetts and Oneida, New York to Battle Creek, Michigan and New Harmony, Indiana. I have been to every Presidential library. I have been to the Baseball Hall of Fame, the Basketball Hall of Fame, the Horseshoe Hall of Fame, and the Cowboy Hall of Fame. I have been to the Museum of Magic, the Nutcracker Museum, the Russian Doll Museum. I have been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and the Art Institute of Chicago the Kimbell and the Getty and the Broad Crystal Bridges and Fallingwater. I have been to wealthy Wall Street in New York, New York. I have been to Black Wall Street in Durham, North Carolina.
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I have seen the Berkshires dreamlike on account of that frosting. I have been somewhere in the Black Mountain Hills of Dakota. I have stood on a corner in Winslow Arizona. I have been way down upon the Suwanee River. I have been from California to the New York Islands, from the redwood forests to the Gulf stream waters. I have been to purple mountain’s majesty and amber waves of grain. I have been to Fort McHenry, inspiration for the Star-Spangled Banner. Memorial Day Field of Flags on Boston Common