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Gary Fields
Vikki [and Friends],
Thanks for your heartfelt message, sent in the midst of the moment. Central Avenue, where this incident took place, will likely assume a new set of meanings for all of us. I know it will for me.
I remember as a 12-year, marching in this parade alongside my coach in Little League, an inspiring young soul by the name of Mike McKillip, who asked me to help him on behalf of our team sponsor, the Kiwanis, to throw candies to spectators along the parade route. I recall vividly taking special pleasure pitching the sweets to surprised onlookers on Central Ave. It’s difficult for me to grasp how that street, embedded in my own memory with a certain experience, has now become known across the world for something so vastly different.
Many of us are probably still trying to puzzle through the question of how this could happen in HP. Forgive me if my own response to this puzzle sounds a bit clinical, but a few of you know me as an “activist” type – I’ve joked with some of you that my work would probably disqualify me from any job with the City of HP – and therefore I can’t help but look at Central Avenue through the prism of a wide-angle lens.
Much like the grim reaper knocking at the door of his next victim in Bergman’s Seventh Seal, fate has somehow brought HP face-to-face with just how macabre this so-called, “right to bear arms” really is, and how sinister the politicians are who promote it, including that cabal of political operatives in the Supreme Court who are hell-bent on extending this "freedom" even further . I’m furious about all of it -- and I know that I am not alone in this outrage. When does grief and sorrow – “thoughts and prayers” -- become so intolerable that it forces things to change?
It’s awkward to come to some finality here, but I just hope there is some way that the sorrow visited upon our town can give rise to something better.
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