Once again, I assure readers, this is not a religious based blog, I am not attempting to proselytize. The only reason religion is mentioned here, is because that’s where I got the information.
It’s really surreal watching one of these horrendous events from the other side of the TV camera. I remember vividly sitting in a bar after work in Poughkeepsie watching the news unfold concerning the Columbine massacre several years ago. I don’t remember the exact date, but I do remember where I was. Watching the terrified people, watching the names of the dead scroll across the bottom of the screen. I remember even though it was in the US, I didn’t really feel much connection to the events. And, to my surprise, I feel the same today.
Fourteen people in all lost their lives. Twelve immigrants and two American teachers. I personally didn’t know any of them. I have found out since then a good friend of mine knew one of the teachers through their children, Bobbie King was a substitute teacher in the Windsor school district, in addition, by all apparent news reports, just an absolutely beautiful person.
I also learned where the ass-wipe lived who caused this horror, its about half a mile from my house. And I have no idea if he attended Church, but if he – or his family – did, it was most likely at the same church I attend. There is a small Vietnamese community and they have Mass twice a month in Vietnamese, so that’s most likely where they would attend.
I also learned he most likely purchased his guns at a local sporting goods store that I’ve shopped at before.
Like I said, surreal.
I wasn’t looking forward to Church yesterday, first off, because if the killer did attend my church, I wasn’t so sure I wanted to hear about it. That, and being Palm Sunday, the Gospel reading is about five pages long, and I get tired of standing all that time. I mean the pews are hard enough on the butt as it is. But there’s no way my wife was not going, so off we went. It was a surprisingly pleasant Mass, despite the 800 pound gorilla in the room. When it came time for the homily, the facts started coming out.
The Deacon gave the obligatory sermon on the Passion, and then started weaving facts into it. He was up in Windsor on a religious retreat (the clergy get Fridays off because they work all weekend) when they started hearing the first conflicting reports come out. Before long the scope of the slaughter was becoming apparent. He didn’t say or what it was, but he did say the Chaplin Corp. had been activated, so they all swung into action.
I do like the term Chaplin Corp., as the term has a non-denominational sound to it, as in, in times of great need, it doesn’t matter what religion a person believes.
The Deacon said he headed down to the Catholic Charities building a few blocks from the scene, the radio had been reporting authorities had been directing family members and friends there, to keep them away from the crime scene. He said by the time he got there, the parish Pastor was already at work. There were families and friends, hoping for the best, and fearing the worst. The were huge language barriers because so many people involved were immigrants. But they made do as best they could to help with grief counseling.
Since the police really didn’t know what happened, they had to treat every room as if it were booby trapped, and every person they encountered as a possible suspect. The whole onslaught only lasted about ten minutes, but it took the police hours to secure the entire building. When victims were found, they were moved to a county bus that was used as a mobile command center, checked over, debriefed, and eventually taken over to the Catholic Charities building to be reunited with their families.
The Deacon said it was an emotional roller coaster, as survivors trickled in. Great joy at people finding their loved ones, crushing agony for the others who waited. After a couple of hours the arriving victims slowed to a trickle. Then Capt. Ziukski arrived with the grim news. The ASA building was secure, and empty, there were no more survivors coming.
The clergy stayed with the remaining families for as long as they wanted the comfort. Finally after several hours, the last person left. Alone.
This is what CNN and the other whorish media doesn’t report on, thank God. The last thing those vulnerable people needed was some news bimbo shoving a microphone in their face asking some brilliant question like “how do you feel?” I’ve had that done to me in the past, and it takes great self control to shove that mic up their ass. But it is also some what reassuring knowing that in times like these, there are people who’s only goal is to help.
At the end of Mass, the Pastor said a few words on the subject. He mentioned that through out the day he saw well over a hundred parishioners from our Church in action. Police, fire, emergency responders, EMTs, as well as people bringing in food, coffee, blankets, running errands, and in general doing what ever needed to be done. Good people, helping others in need.
This will most likely be the last post that is centered on this topic, unless some huge new information comes out, but I doubt it. It’s already starting to feel like yesterday’s news. ( As I said, its all so surreal. ) It’s almost all over now, except for the funerals, which have already begun, and the four victims still in critical condition. But one last piece of good news, all four are expected to recover.
God bless them, and all who helped in what ever way they could.