Frequency of violent acts has changed the way we think
I’m not exactly sure when it happened. It was sometime last summer.
I was in the grocery store — in the pasta aisle — and while attempting to locate a jar of Prego marinara sauce on the shelf among an army of traditional sauce, my thoughts took a drastically different direction from my grocery list.
I looked in one direction, toward the front of the store, and then the other, and without any context, thought this: What if an active shooter was in here? What would I do? Where would I go?
I had absolutely no rationale to think that at the moment. There was no immediate danger, nor any sign of it. It’s hardly the first time I had such a thought — and I know I’m not alone — but it was the first time I really grasped the seriousness of it, and what it really meant.
The 1999 mass shooting at Columbine High School occurred four days before my 6th birthday. I distinctively remember the now infamous TV images of students fleeing from the school in terror and thorough searches of my backpack at the entrance of my own school for days afterward. I was much too young at the time to comprehend the gravity of the situation, but the vision of those moments runs strong in my mind.
Nearly 20 years later, I’m an adult working in a newsroom. At The Post-Star, I heard and read about the violent acts of our time right as they happened — events that no longer put Columbine in its unique place in history. My third day at this job was the Charleston, South Carolina church shooting. My last week at this job was the most recent workplace shooting in Florida.
And several times at this job, those thoughts I had in the grocery store returned — not just because of the job I’m in, but because of the job I’m in.
Just three months prior to my hiring, I visited the site of the Charlie Hebdo shooting in Paris, the French newspaper where assailants killed 12 of its office staff. It was an incredibly eerie experience.
I have a copy of a Charlie Hebdo edition at home.
Because of the recent extreme hostility toward the press we have seen, and after reading so many inflammatory comments about my newspaper on our website, more than once I found myself at my desk wondering which exit I would run to should a gunman find their way through the door.
That door’s closer, but it would leave me more vulnerable, I thought. That one’s got more chances for cover, but it’d might as well be a mile away.
I have to admit I got nervous every time a customer at the reception desk raised their voice or appeared overly agitated.
It’s incredible. It’s frightening. Yes, 18 years after Columbine, the world is much different. One year after Pulse Night Club in Orlando, things have changed. Mass shootings have become something we expect. They have changed the way security at closed locations is handled. They have changed training scenarios for individuals from police officers to teachers.
But they have also changed us. And not just politically.
They have become a staple in the back of our minds. They can infect our subconscious when we find ourselves at a school, movie theater, mall, church, mosque, concert or club — or even when we’re in the middle of buying marinara sauce.
It’s no longer just those who were actually a part of these terrifying moments, like Kevin Sterne, who after being injured in Virginia Tech gets uneasy at sudden loud noises, gets anxious in large crowds and sits with his back to the wall at restaurants so he can see the entrances and exits.
It’s you and me. It’s all of us, whether we really notice it or not.
When I think about it, I can’t help but think of the “duck and cover” generation — those who grew up being regularly drilled to get under desks or get to bunkers in the event of a nuclear holocaust during the height of the Cold War.
It became part of the culture.
This is like a 21st century version of that, if you will.
But just like the threat of a nuclear strike didn’t stop people from living their daily lives for 50 years, the threat of the next shooting doesn’t stop us either.
We still go to schools, movie theaters and malls. We still go to concerts and clubs. But the cultural impact of mass shootings has damaged our minds, and it’s because the frequency of these incidents has erased the “it can’t happen here” argument we try to tell ourselves.
I’m sure there are people in Orlando, Newtown and Charleston who probably thought that.
And that’s why I can’t brush off thoughts of the same carnage happening while I’m looking for sauce in a small grocery store in upstate New York, no matter how unlikely it may seem.
I’m not sure how long this will go on. I don’t know how long it will be before the places we associate with routine or recreation are no longer places of screams and flying bullets.
I don’t know when our minds will recover.
But I do know, sadly, that it won’t be for quite some time.
Luke Parsnow is the Monday Editor and daily copy editor/page designer at The Post-Star, a Pulitzer-Prize winning daily publication located in Glens Falls, New York. You can follow his blog “Things That Matter” by clicking “Follow” below and follow his updates on Twitter at https://twitter.com/coolhand_luke88