I’m trying to reserve any judgement for the killings in Tucson, AZ this weekend. There were some proper heroic acts that happened, certainly. Blessed are those who have the capacity for bravery.
Joshua Rosenau over at Thoughts from Kansas retells a number of the stories from that terrible morning.
The incomprehensible madness of the shooting, though, is best represented by the death of 9 year-old Christina Greene. The 4th grader was born on a day of tragedy, September 11, 2001, and was featured in Faces of Hope, a book about the babies born on that day. She was recently elected to her school’s student council, and her family remembers her as a lover of horses, ballet, swimming, and baseball. Her grandfather was a Major League pitcher, her father is a scout for the Dodgers, and Christina was the only girl on her Little League team.
She was at the supermarket that day because a neighbor, knowing of Christina’s political victory at school, took her to visit her Congresswoman. Jared Loughner shot her after putting a bullet through his elected Representative’s head.
Incomprehensible is right. It’s tough to wait for an answer to the big why of it all. Worse yet, we may never fully understand why. And with this child gone, there is absolutely no justification of the event. It’s not possible.