I look at this list and I wonder

How many of these kids were conceived using IVF? How many were adopted? How many were cut out of their mother’s bodies via c-section after 30-hour labors and Breaking Dawn-style pregnancies? How many miscarriages and stillbirths preceded them? How many were wanted?

I think about the fact that it doesn’t matter. Intentions aren’t protections.

I think about the fact that someone goes to work and makes coffins for children.
Everyday.
The children’s coffin company doesn’t go out of business.

It disgusts me that his name will be more recognizable than theirs. Well, I refuse to participate in a culture that values the identity of a villain over the identities of victims. Theirs are the stories I care about and theirs are the names that I want to know.

What a complete sadness.

Pakistani children expressing condolences for the victims of Sandy Hook

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About J.

A former twentysomething with a head full of curls and heart full of questions wondering: when we get to nirvana, will there be food?
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