It’s an all-too-familiar day. A New York Times reporter tweets that it’s hard to find a reporter working in Colorado who hasn’t had to rush off to the scene of a shooting. It’s harder to find a person in Colorado who hasn’t been glued to a TV, watching the worst, hoping against hope for the best.
It could have been worse. It has, of course, been far worse. But one victim is seriously wounded, the shooter is dead and another person is apparently injured less seriously.
And a school full of young people is traumatized. And their families are traumatized. And their neighbors are traumatized. And we who live here are shaken again, wondering how it could have happened again, just eight miles from Columbine, just 15 miles from the Aurora theater.
It’s another tragedy, this time facing students at Arapahoe High, who grew up in the era of Columbine and school shootings. It’s another presumably disturbed young man with a gun. We have seen it all before. We have seen it too many times.
It feels all too familiar. Worse, it’s a feeling that never seems to go away.