Here we are, again. Dealing with screams. Personally, I’m fed up with the screams. Not just the screams, but the apologies. The screams I’m talking about are those of the dying. People dying of cancer don’t scream. People hit by gunshots, whether they are seriously injured or they die, they scream.
Soldiers at Fort Hood, civil service workers in San Bernadino, congressmen practicing baseball in Alexandria, night club patrons in Orlando, worshipers at Mother Emmanuel Church in Charleston, college students in Blacksburg, high school students in Columbine, and elementary school children in Newtown. They all screamed. About 3:00 this morning, my time, more that twenty two thousand people of all ages screamed at a concert in Las Vegas.
I woke up just after 5:00 AM Eastern time to news reports of the screaming in Las Vegas, this time documented with smart phone video. Now, about 15 hours later, nearly 60 souls are lost and over 500 lay injured by a sniper attack. One that could have been prevented. How do we stop the screaming? Thus far, the answer has eluded our collective efforts as a country.
The screaming defies race, gender, age, sexual orientation, occupation or religious preference. Notice those are all things that are supposed to be protected by constitutional guarantees, except the 2nd Amendment. All of those things listed above are basically rights covered in the 1st Amendment, but they seem to be consistently trampled by the rights of the 2nd Amendment.
I want to do justice to the screams by accounting for each and everyone. But, I didn’t list every gun tragedy that has occurred in my lifetime, so no grisly body counts. The last time I got this worked up about senseless gun violence was Newtown. My girls were in graduate school and high school at the time and I don’t think I had ever been so angry.
I foamed at the mouth, paced the floor and sat down and wrote and re-wrote a 644 word op-ed and submitted it to my local newspaper with my name and picture. I was still living in my hometown and was in sales and cared not one bit, what was going to happen to me as a result. Four months later, my anger boiled over, I quit my job and started a one-year hiatus that cost me financially.
Those are my numbers. There is no real need in tallying up the body counts. Those are numbers that disrespect those who screamed. The argument changes from the subject to the numbers if you do. Mark Twain is attributed to have said “there are lies, damned lies and statistics”. Those who screamed, deserve better than being designated as simply, statistics.
There is one number, however, that I do want to share. That number is $85 million. That is the reported net worth of former FOX personality Bill O’Reilly. Mr. O’Reilly chimed in on the events of the last day and on his blog post said “This is the price of freedom,” he continued. “Violent nuts are allowed to roam free until they do damage, no matter how threatening they are.”
Well Mr. O’Reilly, you’re dead wrong. What you are describing is not the price of freedom. While it may be to someone with a reported net worth of $85 million. to the rest of us, we consider it to be the Cost of Freedom. See there is a difference between you and the rest of us.
When you have money like yourself sir, things have a price. You have the money, you just have to figure out the price. You can afford most things that most of us can’t. We look at things a little different than you. We look at a lot of life from the cost side of the ledger. As we do this, we ask ourselves “what will we have to give up in order to acquire this next new thing?”
That’s the math that we live with. My decision to deal with my anger in 2013 cost my youngest daughter her 1st year of college. Oh, she got there and is doing just fine thank you. But because of my anger, she waited a year after high school, but she waited.
I would guess that it’s been awhile since Mr. O’Reilly waited for anything other than his pink slip from FOX. You see, there is a difference between the price of an item and the cost of that item. If you think the lives lost and permanently altered in Las Vegas are simply about price, well, you’re wrong. Ask the families of the 18 students that Charles Whitman killed in 1966 and the 31 that he injured that day in Austin.
That was a cost you arrogant self absorbed predator, not a price. What we are talking about tonight is the same thing we have been talking about for over fifty years. Why? Because arrogant elites like yourself Mr. O’Reilly, look at things from the price standpoint. You can afford for us to die, it costs you nothing, but it costs us everything.
It cost us JFK, RFK and MLK in less than five years. You do remember the five years after that? So here we are again. In 1970, there were four dead in Ohio. Kent State. Just one of the many tragic events of the Viet Nam era. There was a song written about that shooting.
It was recorded by Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young and was on the “A” side of the single. “Four Dead in Ohio”. It became one of the many anthems of the early 1970’s that led to the end of the Viet Nam War. After watching Ken Burns’ film last week, we now know President Nixon’s duplicity in how that war ended. That duplicity led to Watergate and his ultimate downfall.
The “B” side of the single by CSNY contained another song that attempted to call out the similarities between Viet Nam and our own Civil War fought barely 100 years before. The name of that “B” side single? “Find the Cost of Freedom”. The lyrical references are to the Civil War, but the inference is clear.
You’re a smart guy Mr. O’Reilly, or at least you say you are. For years you declared 9:00 pm EST to be the “No-Spin Zone”. I hope that you and your millions can recognize that what you see as price, we see as cost. If you do see that, then apologize to the hundreds of families with loved ones simply attending a music concert less than twenty four hours ago. It’s not the Price of Freedom, it’s the Cost of Freedom. Don’t make me have to take this much time out of my day to remind you of the difference.
My net worth is somewhat less than $85 million and I have a daughter with less than two semesters to graduation. She has a GPA above 3.8 and deserves to go to graduate school. I need to work for a few more years, so I would appreciate it if you could learn the difference between price and cost.
The following video haunts me almost as much as the screams that I started talking about in the begining.