Showing posts with label gun control. Show all posts
Showing posts with label gun control. Show all posts

Sunday, July 14, 2024

“Unsafe States of America”


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Copyright 2024 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Wednesday, April 5, 2023

"Our Children Kill Each Other"




tears well in our eyes   
indignation puffs us full   
of righteousness   
at children carrying weapons   
we cry in dismay   
at cold-hearted killers   
living desperate lives in disparate lands   
far from our safe homes   
children as soldiers with an arsenal of death   
not ours   
not our responsibility   

tears well in our eyes   
as we cling to the Second Amendment   
our right to arm our children   
with hatred   
camouflaged in mistrust      
we cultivate our subtext of fear   
creating cold-hearted killers   
within our own homes   
children as soldiers with an arsenal of death   
yet not ours   
nor our responsibility   

tears well in our eyes   
disbelief sucker punches us again   
as our children kill each other   
questions, finger pointing,  and the blame game resumes   
but nothing changes   
while the new order of horror   
nurtures cold-hearted killers   
within our own homes   
children as soldiers with an arsenal of death   
ours   
our responsibility  
   

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman






Wednesday, February 15, 2023

“Unsafe”

 

            My husband’s family epitomizes every aspect of our American culture that makes me feel unsafe whenever we interact. Their narcissistic personalities mean they lack empathy. In their narrow worldview, you are either with them or against them. Alcoholism adds into their dysfunction and layers on an element of unpredictability. For many years, I struggled to find common ground with them. We turned up for the weekly dinners and most of the holidays. If we spent a holiday with my family, I received a stern reprimand from my mother-in-law about ruining her Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter, Fourth of July . . . because we didn’t obey her commands. I tried visiting with them more, babysitting the million nieces and nephews, and cleaning up on my own after huge family gatherings. I stopped asking for inclusion in the girls weekends away (or even a trip to the wineries north of town). My mother-in-law announced on one recent visit that she has access to the banking accounts of all of her adult children and a handful of her adult married grandchildren, but not our accounts. Although I’m on one of my single brother’s accounts and my single son’s account in case of emergencies, I’ll drop access once someone else is in their lives. The point with my in-laws is their need to control everyone and everything around them.

            A difference in beliefs, religions, lifestyles, and thinking brings an immediate and visceral response from people like my in-laws. Physical intimidation becomes a go-to response if you stray too far from their bold coloring book lines. My mother-in-law slammed me against the wall and choked me when I stated every woman has a right to safe abortions. One brother-in-law tried to pull me from the car window because I didn’t follow his commands. After those attacks, I limited in person contact. However, in a family that operates on gossip word comes through on a different brother-in-law’s drunken fight with his first wife with him threatening her at gunpoint. The family does suicide watches for him every time his relationships explode. Guns play a role throughout the family with all of them having a mixture of handguns and hunting rifles. Imagine my shock, though, when a nephew posted on Facebook a few years ago a picture of his awesome Nene with an AR-15 strapped onto her.

            My in-laws don’t reflect a fringe part of today’s world. Their “Us VS Them” life philosophy means they’ve closed themselves off into in incest-type cycle that feeds off of a closed system. They all vacation together. They watch the same news. They eat at the same places. The listen to the same music. They marry the same women or men. They foster the same fears.

            They buy the same guns.







Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

  

Thursday, January 26, 2023

“The American Tragedy”

 



            Another day of death in the US. As of this morning, more than three-thousand American citizens have died from gun violence within the last twenty-five days. No one speaks about the 1,716 suicides already in CDC record books. Forty mass shootings along with six mass murders skyrockets our death rate to unspeakable levels. Gun violence since the beginning of 2023 has left another 2,250 injured.

            But we’ve got fucking “thoughts and prayers” to speed us through the stages of grief that dog our lives daily. We race, as a nation, though Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression and Acceptance within hours of the latest killings. One scene reporters offer proper indignation as law enforcement representatives recount another atrocity that should propel us into anger and action, but doesn’t.  Memorials spring up within hours. Maybe if we rush through to Acceptance we can avoid the tremendous losses each family faces—injuries that may require lifelong medical needs. The death of your friends, your brothers and sisters, your parents, your spouses, your children wrapped up and tucked away within a news cycle because it repeats again tomorrow.     

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Copyright 2023 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Tuesday, May 24, 2022

"Our Children Kill Each Other"




tears well in our eyes   
indignation puffs us full   
of righteousness   
at children carrying weapons   
we cry in dismay   
at cold-hearted killers   
living desperate lives in disparate lands   
far from our safe homes   
children as soldiers with an arsenal of death   
not ours   
not our responsibility   

tears well in our eyes   
as we cling to the Second Amendment   
our right to arm our children   
with hatred   
camouflaged in mistrust      
we cultivate our subtext of fear   
creating cold-hearted killers   
within our own homes   
children as soldiers with an arsenal of death   
yet not ours   
nor our responsibility   

tears well in our eyes   
disbelief sucker punches us again   
as our children kill each other   
questions, finger pointing,  and the blame game resumes   
but nothing changes   
while the new order of horror   
nurtures cold-hearted killers   
within our own homes   
children as soldiers with an arsenal of death   
ours   
our responsibility  
   

Copyright 2012 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman








Monday, April 2, 2018

"This Week"



Words
         Batter—
                  Become wounding fists
                           Punching gut
Fury
         Rages—
                  Mauls rational thought
                           Devouring differences
Cruelty
         Cuts—
                  Cultivates hateful insanity
                           Breeding spite
I recoil in disbelief
         Evaluate—
                  Nurture my flagging sensibilities
                           Defending choice
I fold into myself
         Protect—
                  Shield my diminishing spirit
                           Blocking pain
I triage my wounds
         Heal—
                  Bind my bleeding-heart liberalism
                           Seeking restoration

Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman

Sunday, February 25, 2018

"DELETE, DELETE, DELETE"


More deaths
More excuses
More status updates
More comments
         I’m right
                  You’re wrong
         It is the weapon
                  Fuck you
         Punching keys
         Angry
         Frustrated   
         Viciously vomiting vile

                           DELETE, DELETE, DELETE

         I understand
         Your fears bind your logic
         It is the weapon—and more
         Let’s find common ground
         Pausing at each letter
         Appeasing
         Calmer
         Weighing wary words

More deaths
More excuses
More status updates
More comments
         I’m right
                  You’re wrong
         Lives matter
                  Fuck you baby killer
         Gnashing teeth
         Pissed
         Wordless
         Shredding senseless shit

                           DELETE, DELETE, DELETE

         I understand
         Your reasoning rambles
         It is the weapon—and more
         Set aside the diversion—for another time
         Carefully staying focused
         Sensible
         Cogent
         Decisively data driven

More deaths
More excuses
More status updates
More comments
         I’m right
                  You’re wrong
         More guns? No way!
                  Fuck you BITCH!
         Away from keyboard
         Pulling hair
         Livid
         Annihilating aggravating assholes

                           DELETE, DELETE, DELETE





 Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman 
        
        
        


        
        
        
        
        
        
        
        

                   

Monday, February 19, 2018

"Resist This!"



         Not long after Trump announced his candidacy for President, I began following him on Twitter. My logical, fact-bound brain couldn’t absorb the ridiculous tweets attributed to this man, and I had to witness first hand that the racist, misogynistic and narcissistic beliefs truly belong to him. They did.


         When Trump’ campaign came to San Antonio, I joined hundreds of protestors outside the country club at which he spoke. My fellow demonstrators chanted and picketed. We participated in peaceful dissent. At that time, hints of Russian involvement within our election process didn’t seem believable. Robert Mueller’s indictment of thirteen Russian nationals this week means we’ll soon learn more about the exact way Trump and his cohorts manipulated media and voting. With 2018 midterms looming, I find it necessary to email and call my Congressional representatives to beg them to do their jobs to safeguard future elections within our country. Also, in response to this I’ve joined a local chapter of Indivisible and completed the training to register voters within my county. 
         Many of the Executive Orders signed by Trump will prove harmful to my family, community and environment. I’ve written emails and made phone calls to protest. I’ve used social media to educate those within my radius. I joined the San Antonio March for Science after it became apparent this administration wants key Cabinet positions filled with unqualified, small-minded personnel.


         This week’s slaughter, so close to the lives lost in Los Vegas, wrapped my mind in foggy disbelief. I will make another round of emails and phone calls to remind my representatives that the miniscule progress made on gun reform has been stripped by this president. I will March for Our Lives in a few weeks. I will hit Twitter and Facebook. I will write through my tears and heartache. I worry that nothing will change. That my generation’s failure to protect everything (our environment, our health, our security, our children) will overburden me. That I will give up. I realized today that’s the goal of the opponents. They want us overwhelmed and off-balanced as they pummel at rights and regulations.
         I am tired.

         But Emma Gonzalez isn’t. David Hogg isn’t. Cameron Kasky isn’t. Delaney Tarr isn’t. Annabel Claprood isn't. These survivors, a year away from voting, will rip apart the current political system. They will save us all.

Copyright 2018 Elizabeth Abrams Chapman