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Related: Editorials & Other Articles, Issue Forums, Alliance Forums, Region ForumsDid you ever imagine, June Cleaver talking about armed guard's at the BEAV's elementry school?
Well, did you? When did we accept, the unacceptible as normal?
sinkingfeeling
(51,457 posts)always opened. We played outside in front of the school, in the hedges around the flag pole. I was brought up in the country, on a farm, and the nearest neighbor was 3/4 mile away. If we needed police, the sheriff might get there in 30 minutes.
In that community, I never saw a gun. 99% of all our farmland was posted "No Hunting". I once let the air out of an uncle's tires because he showed up to hunt on our posted land.
I was living in a city when my son began school in 1975. Again, I clearly remember walking into his unlocked school to attend plays and skits and teacher conferences. I honestly didn't know that children today spend school hours locked inside a building.
I hate what this country has become since WWII. We ignore the sanctioned killing done by our military that has been going on for 70 years! We ignore the deaths of our own sons and daughters involved in our military 'operations'. We're perfectly willing to allow our fellow citizens to die from lack of money, lack of medical care, and through our violence.
We have a generation of young males that can't write a sentence, but can virtually kill through video games. And we are drowning in a sea of guns.
oldhippie
(3,249 posts)When I was 16 years old in high school in the early '60's I rode to school on the school bus with my .22 bolt action target rifle over my shoulder on it's sling. I had boxes of .22 match ammo in my pockets (we didn't do book bags or such back in those days.) I put the rifle and the ammo in my locker at school all day until rifle team practice at the rifle range in the school. So did most of the other 20 or so guys on the team. After practice I carried the rifle through town over to the studio where my dad worked to wait to go home for dinner. NOBODY CARED. Nobody ever got shot. No rifle ever "went off" when it wasn't supposed to. Nobody thought it was unusual. Everybody I knew at school also carried a pocketknife of some type or another.
This was in New York State, about 100 miles up the Hudson from NYC.
Where/When did things go wrong?