The problem, as I see it, is not the gun laws that exist within New York’s borders. It is the rest of the country. The reason we have a gun control problem is the patchwork of laws. One could legally buy a firearm in one state that has laxer laws and use it to injure or hurt someone in another state with stricter laws.
There are many that will argue that the states have the right to make their own laws. While I agree with that sentiment, for the most part, I disagree when it comes to gun control laws. We need one national standard when it comes to guns. It won’t wholly prevent unnecessary loss of life, but it will hopefully keep more people alive and out of the hospital.
May the memory of those officers forever be a blessing to their families, the department, and the city.
We all know that books open the door to the world. They take us on a journey to places we have never been to and introduce us to people who we might not otherwise meet.
Last week, several school districts around the country banned books that some consider to be “controversial”. Among these is the award-winning graphic novel, Maus. Maus is the story of the Holocaust using the allegory of mice as Jews and cats as Nazis.
It’s one thing if a parent, school, and/or schoolboard tailors the children’s reading to their age, maturity, and interests. It is another thing entirely to ban books that share ideas that don’t fit into your worldview.
The fact is that we, as adults, cannot keep our young ones in neat little bubbles for their entire lives. Even if their media diet is severely limited now, they will one day grow up and leave the nest. Part of that experience is meeting new people and being exposed to ideas that conflict with our own.
Holocaust Remembrance Day was last week. We celebrated MLK‘s birthday a couple of weeks ago. The events surrounding both are not ancient history. If we are to give our kids a complete education, that includes telling them the truth about both events, even when we don’t like the facts. If we don’t we are shortchanging them and our future.
I'm a retiree in his seventies. That may not be significant to many, since there is a bunch of us Baby Boomers around. However, in the year 2,000, when I received a diagnosis of Multiple Myeloma, I expected to be dead in three to five years.