So I’m browsing my Facebook feed the other morning, as I do, and find the news about this woman. Melody Lauer. At a glance, without the accessory (and I’m not talking about the baby) she is the poster girl for Gap. Or maybe J Crew.
What a mom! What a parenting expert! Great cheekbones. And so eloquent. She reached out to armed mothers in her area when she saw there was a gap in the concealed carry hopefuls and baby wranglers’ lives.
“And what’s happening is, we don’t have instructors that are addressing their needs. So they just do it, they don’t do it right, and then they end up having an accident,” Melody says.
An accident. “Whoops! (says a hapless armed mother) What did I just do?”
So those in the know, and I’m talking about the women reading this, Melody is a pretty package, right? Slim, fashionable, and some of us might envy that flat stomach she shows off as she slides her handgun into her bohemian-look belted waistband.
Personally, I like her jeans. I don’t have the body to pull them off, but I have jeans envy.
I picture that unlike a woman confronted by real terrorists, like a mother in Nigeria threatened by Boko Haram, Melody is feeling like she had better be packing heat for her trip to Target so she can browse the food processors, pick up some underwear, a pair of Snoopy pajamas, a teething ring she can pop in the freezer for the baby, and a venti decaf half skim pumpkin pie latte from Starbucks. With whip. Why not?
I mean, who wouldn’t need a gun? What if that bitch in front of you took the last pair of small pajamas? You show ’em Melody!
And on far too many levels, this is so wrong. So incredibly wrong, it’s difficult to even start.
I’d like to get Melody in a little room, and ask her, is this the world you want your beautiful baby to grow up into? Where people increasingly arm up against each other?
I was talking to my husband about this tonight, and we both asked the question, ‘Where will this end?’ he is convinced it’s a matter of time before it’s acceptable to carry onto planes. And he could be right. A passenger gets annoyed because the guy behind him anchors a knee defender to his seat, so he pulls out his .22 and puts a hole in guy behind him and the side of a plane. Or worse.
It sounds harsh, but it’s difficult to know where the line is. Human lives obviously aren’t the breaking point. In the United States, we’ve killed enough. We maim enough. Just check the stats on www.gunviolencearchive.org.
The other big question I have is the broader issue of that child’s future and denying her the personal resilience that comes without turning to a weapon to solve problems. Melody seems to be an astute, well-spoken woman, if not a little dim-witted. There is just something about her Iowan complexion that makes me doubt she could name the current Prime Minister of the UK or the capitol of Connecticut. I just get a feeling.
But that’s beside the point.
Have we learned nothing from history? Are we learning nothing from the so-called Death Cult of Islamic State, or Da’ish, or whatever they are called today?
Reacting to anything that conflicts with your set of ideals, including that nobody is going to get in your way as you walk with your infant strapped to your belly and a swinging bag from Bed, Bath and Beyond to your VW Touareg, that’s not a lot different than the extremists running amok in Iraq and Syria.
After all, how crap would it be if you doorknocked all through the neighborhood to get a community group together one night a week to target issues and find ways and funds to work toward a positive change? It might conflict with Big Bang Theory. Really crapola.
It also means that we as humans can absolve ourselves of any responsibility of being humans. We do have these unique things beside our opposable thumbs called reason, and empathy.
But hell, let’s all dumb ourselves down until the only things we know how to do is procreate, toil and kill. I mean, why bother with saving lives? Do we need to worry about the young man who turns to the gun for any number or reasons? If not, why save the woman with cervical cancer?
It’s a judgement call. On paper, maybe her life looks more worthy than the kid on the corner. I don’t think so, but it seems many would. We consider her potential, and we wipe his. That kind of philosophy engenders Melody’s thought processes. In her world, there is always a reason to own a gun.
I am not only considering the second amendment advocates. I’m also thinking about those inner city victims who ratchet up the stats silently, out of the press scrum because they are a demographic already tagged as violent. But they are lives, they are minds all needing salvaging. Why are those humans worth less than any other? Why is the proliferation of firearms in the United States any less serious than cancer?
But it’s not about situation. It’s about ethics. Guns release us from ethical responsibility, We use fear as a justification. These are powerful emotions, but none of it makes our world any safer. We can’t look to the future and say, ‘Boo-yah! We are really getting on top of this social crisis, that wave of domestic violence, those disenfranchised youth. I feel good today!’
No, no. We only become a planet of head-cases. God forbid we actually roll up our sleeves to do that hard yards to enact change. Why bother? Just get yourself a gun. Instant safety. Until you’re a little too slow, a little too late, and the other one gets to the gun first.
I’d like to put Melody in that little room and ask her, is it just too hard to have a discussion about the fact that we can problem solve? That we are better than the knee-jerk response to fear that you are already impressing upon your baby girl? That we are born to be strong and to care, or to blindly react?
Personally, this video makes me weary. That it has come to this. No matter babies are killing their mothers. No matter they are killing themselves.
I’d like to know what does matter. That has not yet been explained. Because all those who want to defend their rights to own a firearm, what is that expiration date on your dogmas? You will die with your guns, but what kind of world are you leaving behind for the children to inherit?