When Gun Violence in Chicago Gets Personal
For months everyone has expressed their exasperation over the rising gun violence in Chicago. It seems that every four minutes someone is being shot. Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, via twitter, or just because they looked funny at your shoes results in a bullet being released from a chamber. It is beyond ridiculous.
I’ve always glanced at the news, stated my two cents and kept it going. Gun violence was close to home today, though. My younger cousin whom just started college was caught in the splay of bullets. My aunt had also been with him but they were separated, she being luckier than he. Fortunately he is fine. No one ever wants to get that call that someone you know has been a victim of the senseless violence that has overcome our city.
I don’t know where to begin to direct my anger. Everyone wants to blame television, rap music, the parents, and multiple other outlets for the reasons why CHILDREN have become gun toting violent cowboys shooting everything in sight. The media is quick to point the finger without comprehending the one lesson that I and many others learned in school : You don’t have to be a product of your environment. You can create a path that leads you away from the danger you believe you will become engulfed in—as long as that’s what YOU want. I fear however that this violent generation has become delusional and have a very misconstrued view of right vs. wrong.
I’m not placing the blame on any one thing as to why the violence has become so heartbreaking in Chicago; yet being directly affected by it, I’m one pissed off citizen ready to do anything I can to change this shit so no one else has to receive a devastating call.