I’m not going to talk a lot about this. I’m heartbroken. For the parents, for families, for the town, and for the American people. That this could happen here. That is could happen again and again. Who are we as a people that our culture makes it conceivable to do this? Even if the shooter is insane. I’m crying.
I am lighting a candle for the children and their families. How ironic that today I taught Yeat’s Second Coming and Easter 1916. Suddenly they are imbued with far more personal meaning than ever before.