Do something, Americans cried out from bloodstained streets.
They're killing us out here, these small men with big guns.
The president and the politicians with the A ratings from the NRA told us there was no appetite for gun control in America.
So we left the guns alone and restricted everything else about American life.
We got used to metal detectors and bag searches and mass murder and the gnawing unease that creeps in any time we're anywhere public, crowded and happy.
We died anyway. Gunned down in the street, at work, in school, at prayer, at a dance, at a concert, at the movies, at the mall. Last week, a man posted his white supremacist manifesto, cut through a security fence, and took aim at the children playing on a bouncy castle at the Gilroy Garlic Festival.
We thought maybe the good guys with guns could save us from a bad guys with guns.