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July 6, 2022

At 10:14 a.m. on July 4, 2022, a young man named Robert Crimo III allegedly aimed his rifle into the crowd at his hometown’s Independence Day parade and opened fire.

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Within moments, the Chicago suburban town of Highland Park was a scene of terrible carnage.  Seven innocent people killed, more than 40 injured, at this writing. The alleged killer escaped the scene, but was caught that afternoon (we say “alleged,” because, while he has not yet been convicted, all sources agree that he was the perpetrator, without question).

Compliments to the many law enforcement and medical professionals who dealt with this unexpected nightmare, on what should have been one of our nation’s longest-running celebrations, the anniversary of the signing of our Declaration of Independence.

Highland Park city hall

Within minutes, we heard politicians and newspeople, responding to the attack, getting everything wrong – making assumptions, using euphemisms, avoiding key truths.

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No, it was not senseless.

No, it was not random.

No, it was not a tragedy.

Words Matter.

“Senseless,” “random,” “tragedy.”  These are terms we use for accidents, or in the theatre, for the unavoidable “bad things that sometimes happen to good people.”  A tragedy is when one was in the wrong place at the wrong time, or one made a sad mistake that unintentionally compounded.  If anyone is to blame for a tragedy – as we know from Shakespeare’s work – it was the otherworldly spirits known as the Fates.

And such plotlines are fiction.