The Most Powerful Weapon in a Democracy

Last week, after the Las Vegas massacre, once again, I was moved to write. Not just for myself to help fathom the unfathomable, but to voice my outrage and maybe, just maybe, shine a light on a path forward.

I wondered if our local paper, which was caught up in our town's mayoral primary, would publish it. They did. Today, on the same day that Facebook pulled up a photo of me from 2010 when I was visiting my aunt and my cousin and her husband. A professional hunting guide, he was giving me clear and safe instruction on how to use a firearm, just like my uncle had a half century previously.

Here's the link to the letter (it's below as well). If you follow the link, you'll see the letter published right before mine. It gives a pretty clear picture of the big divide on this topic, especially in this county. See what you think about the "godless lowlife" who penned this piece.

It used to be said that the pen is mightier than the sword. I fear no number of pens are as mighty as the NRA.

To the Editor,

Every year, there are nearly 12,000 firearm homicides in our country. That’s more people than live in Catawba, Claremont, and Conover, combined.

According to a study published in The American Journal of Medicine, compared with 22 other high-income nations, the U.S. gun-related murder rate is 25 times higher.

Why?

It comes down to regulations, enforcement, education, and expectations – in short, the culture. One pundit, Bill O’Reilly, blogged that gun violence is “the price of freedom.”

I disagree. My vote is with the majority of Americans who support firearm control. I don’t mean outlawing them, but enacting sensible policies on background checks, silencers, and assault weapons, to name a few.

What will it take? Thoughtful lawmakers who will consider and support reasoned legislation. Let’s look at our representatives. At the federal level, we have Sen. Richard Burr, who voted against a ban on assault weapons, and Sen. Thom Tillis, who voted against prohibiting the transfer of firearms to suspected terrorists. Last year, both senators voted against universal background checks for firearms purchases.

Our congressman, Patrick McHenry, says on his website that he is “currently a co-sponsor of legislation that will protect Second Amendment rights, including the SAFE Act and National Right-to-Carry Reciprocity Act, allowing for concealed carry reciprocity among states." He earned an A rating from the National Rife Association, while State Senator Andy Wells has received an NRA 93 percent rating.

State Representative Jay Adams sponsored the "Constitutional Carry Act," which would allow any U.S. citizen 18 years or older to be able to carry a concealed handgun, unless otherwise disallowed by state or federal law.

What is the sense in that? Responsible gun owners tell me the NC permitting process is reasonable and sound. Why let someone, like me, carry a weapon without checking whether I understand the weapon and safety?

Remember the lesson relearned from Watergate? Follow the money.

In 2016, the NRT gave Donald Trump, Burr, and five other Senate candidates $50.2 million (Burr got $6.2 million, the biggest chunk after Trump). Imagine how much education, and more, you could fund for $50.2 million? You could even train people in firearm safety.

At this point, after 477 days with 521 mass shootings, I'm with Rosanne Cash, who says, "The NRA funds domestic terrorism."

How to change this? Communicate with your elected representatives. Consider carefully who gets your support. Above all, vote. That's the most powerful weapon in a democracy.

P Is for Pedagogy

I’m grading final papers.  I take my time and write a lot of comments. I always write comments, maybe too many, but I am determined my presence will help someone become a better writer.

Because to write is to think. As historian David McCullough says, “Good writing is good thinking.”

Boy, is that a hard concept to teach. Yet, as one who made a living stringing words together, I know this. I think of it every time I write one of these posts.  Sometimes I reread a draft and think, “I didn’t know I thought that.” But writing – crafting – each of these essays requires thought and order and research and review.

Good writing is good thinking.  How do you teach that?

With the final speeches stacked on my table I know I’m at the end of my time with these 23 young souls. Have I made a difference? Would the stars have been stars whether or not I drove to Boone two times a week? What about the others? Have my admonishments and guidelines made a difference?

Will they remember my personally minted mnemonic?  SEEOAT. An effective speech needs Structure, Evidence, writing for the Ear, an Objective, to be targeted to the Audience, and have a Theme (which can be stated in one sentence). 

I’m fairly new to classroom instruction. I learn something every session, every student. I know now, three semesters in, that teaching is an act of faith. Faith that my commitment, time, preparation, and belief in the next generation are worth the effort.

I also know, as I tell my students when stressing the importance of attendance, that, as Woody Allen allegedly said, “80 percent of life is showing up."

So, after showing up in Appalachian State’s Walker Hall 28 times this semester, we’re at the end of our time together. I’m worried. Did I teach? Did they learn?

Will my fledgling speechwriters who are about to fly away ever understand the absolute importance of structure? Did I stress enough that not using an outline is not optional? If reading John McPhee on structure couldn’t convince them, what possibly could? Maybe a hammer.

I close the computer on my Excel grade book and go outside to attack the weeds in our neglected garden. I need a task where I can see tangible results of my efforts. Yet, the disarray in the garden plot reminds me of their speeches.  

Weeds. Things that don’t belong. All over the place.

           

I attack the weeds with the same fervor I attack my students’ writing. One big clump is using “that” and not “who” when referring to a person.  Pokeweed is random apostrophes where there is no possessive. The endless use of they, a plural, when referring to an individual or single entity is pigweed. Yet more garden invaders represent run-on sentences and endless paragraphs.

When will the speaker ever catch her breath? Oh, and then there are sections that, like Superman, leap tall thoughts in a single bound. Where are the transitions? On what wild ride are you taking the audience?

Good writing is good thinking. What are they thinking? Are they thinking?

So much to teach. So little time. Use concrete details. Show me, don’t tell me. Cite a source for a big statement. Use active voice.  Delete unnecessary words.  Make every word count.

Good writing is good thinking. If you can organize your thoughts, back it up with solid and convincing evidence, and make it come alive with story, you can change minds, hell, maybe even lives.

My first job was copy editor and proofreader. I loved being a “comma chaser.” But, in grading student work I choose my battles. I’ve given up on persuading them to use “more than” rather than “over,” but for who and not that, I am relentless. Even Frank Bruni, an opinion writer for The New York Times, pitched into battle with me. I use his April 8, 2017, column on “What Happened to Who?” as an extra credit assignment. Still, the “that” surplus persists.

The weed attack was the day before I was to travel to Boone for the last class meeting – hear one final speech, hand back papers, and introduce the class to Pauli, the class mascot.

Pauli is our six-month-old German Shorthaired Pointer. At the first class meeting I had supplemented my introduction with a projected photo of our new puppy. I told the class that if I ever didn’t return one of their assignments, well, it would be because my dog ate their homework. And she did. But it was only once.

Our dog helps make me more human. Over the course of the semester, my photo updates of my canine companion helped me connect with the dog-loving students. In my short teaching career, I’ve learned to be effective I must be real. It is not all about subject matter. Like most things, teaching is about relationships.

And, I work to form relationships. For the first half of the semester I fear I will never learn all their names. Okay, only seven guys, I can do that. Except, once I learn the name of the guy with the beard, the beard disappears. Then, the guy who always wears a ball cap comes hatless. And the women, why must the brunettes all sit together? The first year, the blondes all blended together. For months.

Somehow, by about Week 7 I know their names. Then, through their speeches I learn more, far more, about them as individuals: their backgrounds, hopes, interests, dreams, fears, and losses.

As I record the grades for the final speeches, I am impressed with the topics and themes. Several wrote about the college experience, but their remarks offered refreshing insights and personal perspectives that would be helpful for incoming freshmen. One student’s final speech made us laugh out loud. Still more had the class riveted. One delivered remarks on mental health and depression and cited compelling evidence – the four-times higher rate of suicide attempts for LGBTQ youth.

We were spellbound as students gave speeches with stories of child abuse, of the experience of being a brown child in a white media culture, of parents devoted to  helping a sick child, and more. I witnessed much mature self-awareness from such young people.

Okay, there’s work to do on sentence length, paragraph breaks, and who and that, but, wow, they sure get it about the power of story. Facts are important. Story brings it home. And, good thinking makes good writing.

Pauli and I walk to meet the students. We hear the final talk – the speaker rises to the occasion. Pauli is a hit, as is to be expected from such a sweet gal.  I receive flowers and two cards, which I’ll read later, and students linger to talk. I haven’t been teaching for long, but, to me, lingering on the last day is a clear sign that the prep-time, the grading, the driving, and all my efforts are worth it.

Maybe I do make a difference.

P.S.  One student wrote about me for HerCampus. That was sweet. I had told her about how my retirement planning had targeted the letter P – prose, pedaling, paddling, puppies, politics, and pedagogy.

These are sea oats. SEEOAT is a mnemonic.

Accidental Activist

It’s a mandatory training session. On April 1 at 8:00 a.m. in Fayetteville, which is more than three hours away. I know what mandatory means, so I arrange lodging for the dog here and lodging for me there.

With my favorite Arlington activist

After a night on what is arguably the world’s worst hotel mattress (you’ve been warned, do not stay at Holiday Inn Express), I check in early at the meeting facility. As a first-timer I am a little nervous, but eager to hear Rev. Dr. William J. Barber II speak.

The moral voice of our time, Rev. Barber is the electrifying leader of North Carolina’s Forward Together Movement, President of the NorthCarolina NAACP, educator, minister, and so much more.

I’ve heard him speak twice before – in 2014 at Asheville’s Moral Monday in the Mountains and at a July 2015 march at the start of the federal voting rights trial in Winston-Salem. But, I’m in Fayetteville for training, not marching. I’m the recently elected secretary of the Catawba County NAACP branch and Fayetteville is the site of the annual training.

Last summer, I’d gone to my first NAACP branch meeting after seeing a notice in the newspaper. I kept going.  It felt right; I felt welcome. The branch president asked me to be on the nominating committee. Okay. I can do that. Then, I raised my hand and offered to be secretary. I’m a writer. A secretary takes minutes, how hard could that be?

Fast forward to Fayettevile. I’m sitting at a table I’ve staked out for our chapter in a cavernous room with about 300 other people. After a press conference and introductions, the training begins. At my age, I’ve been to a lot of training sessions. Who knew that learning bylaws could be so lively and interesting? Our trainer-in-chief, the eloquent Rev. Barber, has lots of stories that he uses to punctuate the bylaws discussion much as a conductor uses percussion to punctuate a movement.

He goes through a portion of the bylaws, line by line, with a voice that can move mountains. After another story, he gets to the role of branch officers. President: Check. Not my problem. Secretary:  Geesh, no mention of minutes, my strongpoint, but a list of other duties and the importance of the position. Heck, Rosa Parks was a branch secretary.  No pressure or big shoes to fill there.

I pull myself from hanging on every word of our trainer-in-chief’s discussion of policies and politics (my favorite) and retreat to the training for secretaries (um, not so favorite). There are lots of us, and lots of questions. The ladies who run this training know their stuff, inside and out. But, nothing is clear. I am so right-brained. The woman seated next to me, from the neighboring county, looks at me as if to say, “There, there, dear.” She gives me her name and number. Then, I remember that before lunch my chapter mates told me they’d have my back. Whew. My breathing returns to normal.

As I begin my drive home how I came to this new role reminds me of how I became president of the Democratic Women of Catawba County. I showed up. At the early 2014 meeting to elect officers for the brand-new chapter there were seven women in the room. No one wanted to be president. Okay, I’ll do it. How hard can it be?

Driving north on U.S. 421, I muse on my retirement path. None of this – president and now secretary – was planned. My involvement was a byproduct of wanting to meet people, and people with whom I share values. That’s why I went to the Catawba County Democratic Party meetings and the meetings about the women’s group. I decide somewhere between Fuqay-Varina and Winston-Salem that maybe I’m an accidental activist.

Yet, it’s my fourth year as president of our women’s group. I kept showing up. I stood for reelection. Okay, it was not a coveted position. Leading is getting a little easier, but offers new challenges because we’ve grown from the founding few to more than 60.

Dem Women founders portraying legends

The good news about the now-crowded meeting rooms is that instead of a handful with their hands full, we have more people doing more. We’ve got a strong issues group working to educate and advocate on our priority issues -- public education, access to health care, and voting rights. We’ve got a great group for events – with a signature fundraiser set for May 6. And, we’ve got a team of communicators, including our youngest member, a teen-aged Instagram and Snapchat maven.

The founding few cannot take all the credit for this growth.  Do you think there might be a link between who got inaugurated on Jan. 20, 2017, and 70 people showing up at our meeting eight days later?

And, yes, that is a rhetorical question. 

Timothy Egan, among others, points out the silver lining of this era of orange-haired government, of having a national leader who has never been in government at any level or in any capacity. As Egan wrote in The New York Times, “… we may be experiencing a great awakening for the humane values that are under siege by a dark-side presidency. People are going inward, to find something bigger than Trump, and outward, to limit the damage he inflicts on the country.”

Yes, we are waking up.

One hundred and ninety three miles later, I arrive home and retrieve the newspaper. Turns out, I’m on page one, pictured talking with one of the participants at the previous day’s Transgender Day of Visibility.

Okay, perhaps my activism is not so accidental. Maybe it’s accidentally on purpose.

There is purpose and a lot of work to be done. Our state and nation need so much work – on justice, equality, education, and the environment, to name just a few. And, I’ve already got something to show for my involvement -- my picture with Rev. Barber. 

Sweet.

Now to live up to it.

In Fayetteville with Rev. Dr. William J. Barber II

Mr. Adams's Horrible Idea

One of the nation’s leading proponents for common-sense gun laws is Gabrielle Giffords, former U.S. congressman from Tucson, AZ. She learned about gun safety the hard way. A man carrying a concealed weapon shot her in the head.

Arizona is one of ten states that do not require a permit for carrying a concealed weapon. Rep. Jay Adams wants our state to join that list. He has sponsored legislation – HB 69, The Constitutional Carry Act – to eliminate North Carolina’s ability to regulate carrying concealed weapons.

There are two bills on this topic at the 2017 regular session of the General Assembly. “These are horrible ideas,” says Guilford County Sheriff BJ Barnes, co-chair of the NC Sheriff’s Association legislative committee.

I agree. These are horrible ideas. Recently, I wrote Rep. Adams to ask him what benefits could outweigh the risks to justify sponsoring this legislation. Here’s what he said:  “…the very possibility that a law-abiding citizens (sic) might be armed has had the desired and predicted effect on the calculation criminals make as they contemplate their illicit activity, thus chilling that behavior. This bill expands the probability in the minds of criminals that a law-abiding citizen may intervene in their actions.”

Adams cited no research, no statistics. If you start to look into this – it doesn’t take long, Rep. Adams – you will find that research shows, according to the Law Center to Prevent Gun Violence, that, “Weak permitting systems allow dangerous people to carry guns.”

Here’s more on that – again based on research. Concealed carry weapon holders threaten public safety. They can threaten public safety even if they are trying to assist in a dangerous situation.

Did you know that in the 2011 shooting that injured Congressman Giffords, where the shooter killed six people and injured 12 others – a man carrying a concealed weapon almost drew his weapon against another man, who had wrestled the shooter’s gun away, mistakenly thinking that the man was actually the shooter, but he wasn’t.

Study after study shows that carrying concealed weapons does not reduce crime. It only adds opportunities for more harm. Rep. Adams, I will feel safer in my hometown knowing that anyone carrying a concealed weapon has been trained in gun safety and gone through our state’s rigorous and highly regarded permitting process. Please focus your legislative efforts on ways to improve our quality of life.

Note:  Check out the organization -- Americans for Responsible Solutions -- that Giffords and her husband, former Navy captain and astronaut Mark Kelly launched to prevent gun violence and protect responsible gun ownership.