As long as guns exist, I don’t have a chance of saving the world. I feel useless against daily tragedy, against assault rifles and bullets. Here is something humiliating: I am afraid to write all this. Some people love guns. I do not love guns. I wish fewer people owned guns. Often, I wish no one owned guns. I realize many people will disagree with me, and I do not want someone who loves guns to hurt me.
I am not a sociologist nor a law enforcement official nor a politician, a policymaker. This is my job. This, what I’m doing right now: putting words into sentences and putting those sentences into the world. I do not have answers. I do not know which kinds of guns should be allowed and what types of background checks are most effective.