We were eating lunch yesterday (Mexican, mmm) when police and ambulances and firetrucks all raced up and stopped nearby. Shortly after, news reporter vans pulled up and parked out front.
I went out to see what was happening. A man ran by and said there was a sniper. I repeated the info to a few of the wait-staff inside and they turned on the TV and watched it live from the helicopter hoovering above.
Apparently a man had gone crazy and shot 6 people. We watched as they ran people out of the building. The camera zooming in on movement as it happened. At one point it caught a man in his undies in one of the windows.
Most of the other diners couldn’t see the TV and didn’t get up or get concerned.
And here’s the thing I think is most interesting. This atrocity was only one block away from us and yet it didn’t reach me. Didn’t really touch me. We simply paid and went for a walk. And I didn’t really think about it again until we were walking in the area the next day and it struck me that I hadn’t even thought to blog about it.
And that’s what this blog is about -the fact that a mass shooting didn’t register as a big enough event in my life to warrant a post.
What does that say about the media? About the world today? About me?
