Slow-Rolling Massacre Unfolds in the Shadow ….

A personal perspective about a nation’s shock and grief over a horrific act in a place where such things “aren’t supposed to happen,” and the places where similar tragedies occur almost every day, where children grow up in a relentless tide of violence.

My heart is torn by the unspeakable violence to the people in Newtown Connecticut. The son of one of my dearest friends is a clergyman in that town and he is spending day and night ministering to the townspeople while his own children are shaken to the core. I grew up in towns like Newtown, mainly Lexington, Massachusetts and Kettering, Ohio, with beautiful homes and picturesque town centers. They were places that invested in education and their children because they had the tax base, educated parents and wealth to do so. My parents gave me a great start and by the time I started college in California in 1974, I could have tested out of freshman English but decided to take the easy As.   [more]

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