By Amy L. Hatch
When I woke up to the news this morning of the tragic shootings in Aurora, Colo., my heart hurt.
As it is with so many senseless acts of extreme violence, the massacre in a theater at a midnight showing of “Dark Knight Rises” came without warning. No one in that movie theater was prepared to be hunted down like an animal as they sat waiting for the film to begin. It’s the stuff of horror films.
One of the more disturbing reports out of Aurora is of a 3-month-old baby who was wounded by the insane gunman. And the most disturbing part is that people are rushing to judgment over why this baby was in a movie theater in the first place.
This is a perfect, awful example of how stupid we’ve become. Would I have taken my infant to see a midnight movie, one rated R? Probably not. But I do know I did some pretty crazy stuff when I was sleep deprived and desperate to feel like a human being again.
As someone sitting in the theater near that baby, I’d have tsk-tsked. I’d have rolled my eyes and muttered about “some people.” Sure. But to take that mom to task after she suffered through a terrifying, life-altering, never-to-be-forgotten moment of absolute horror?
Not OK. Worse than not OK. Worse than bringing an infant to a movie theater at midnight. Way worse. Let’s get some perspective, people.
I’ve said this so many ways and in so many different forums that I’m getting sick of hearing myself, but when the idiocy reaches new and dizzying heights I just have to say it again, as loudly as I can.
You do not know what is happening inside another person’s head. You do not know what their life is like. You do not know what the topography of their hearts looks like. The anonymity of the Internet does not give you license to hurt people who are already hurting with your words.
Today there are parents, siblings, grandparents, friends, children, aunts and uncles in stunned mourning because an obviously crazy person decided to go ahead and kill their loved ones for sport. Focusing even for one millisecond on a parental, personal decision that will likely haunt a mother and father for the rest of their natural lives is petty and mean.
Instead of sitting around nattering about it, how about everyone just go hug the people they love and remember that your life can be forever altered in a split second. That’s what I’m going to do.