A few thoughts collided rapidly in my head when I turned on the local TV news this morning, looking for a monsoon forecast, and instead heard about the awful, tragic shootings at a Dark Knight Rises premiere in Aurora, Colorado.
I thought, hasn't Colorado suffered enough this year? First devastating fires, and now this. I was reminded, of course, of the shootings on Jan. 8, 2011, that killed nine and injured our beloved congresswoman Gabby Giffords. I thought about Columbine, not far from Aurora. I thought about the fact that we were at a movie theater last night, seeing Savages, an okay film based on a terrific novel by Don Winslow, in which there is a lot of shooting, but that I had never felt unsafe in a movie theater. I wondered what prompted the gunman's evil act, which obviously had some planning behind it. I wondered how long until the accessories to mass murder at the NRA use the incident in a fundraising appeal.
And I mourned for the victims, the dead and the injured, and all the others who were in the theater complex and who will be forever scarred by this event.
Colorado, though I rarely get to visit, is one of my favorite states, and has been since a childhood trip there during which I fished in its streams, visited Colorado Springs and Pike's Peak, watched Indian dancers, and experienced a taste of the Wild West that has always stayed with me, guiding my moves and my career. It is blessed with beautiful mountains and forests and rivers, wonderful people, and a unique blending of the old and new Wests. I chose to set my forthcoming supernatural thriller, Season of the Wolf, in a Colorado mountain town (and River Runs Red, soon to be reissued in a revised, re-edited edition, begins there as well).
And they've had more than enough heartache for one year. For a century. As have we all. Can't we please, please, find some way to deny the violent and unbalanced such easy access to guns? How many more lives have to be lost before we understand that something has to be done?