On the morning after the latest mass shooting, one of the largest in US history, a writer and an editor met up in a
chat channel to talk through their feelings of disbelief, frustration, and
wanting to do something constructive. The following exchange, edited for
clarity, is a record of that conversation.
WRITER: I can’t
believe this has happened again.
EDITOR: What
has happened? You fell in love with an Englishman, but you play the fiddle in
an Irish band?
WRITER: “At
least 50 dead, more than 400 hurt in concert attack.”
EDITOR: Oh
yes.
Our
inheritance as a society, for being tolerant of our gun-nut uncles at
Thanksgiving.
. . .
A senior citizen did this
WRITER: It’s
not funny.
EDITOR: It
isn’t. Nor was I making fun.
