I Still Believe in Words: Sounds from Las Vegas

There’s a sick and twisted irony in this. 

Just one day ago, I had the audacity to call myself a writer. That very night, my town was ripped apart. The city of lights, dimmed. But what happened in Las Vegas will not stay in Las Vegas this time. The stem of evil and arrogance responsible for the worst mass shooting in our nation’s history has deep roots, and violence has never been outrun for long. What psalms or phrases, what songs or poems, can possibly reach us here tonight? But still, by some amazing grace, I believe in the music of words.

Guns are tools of violence designed to injure, harm, kill. Words, too, have the capacity to assault. A stinging rebuke might, like that burning bullet, report riotously through the air and propel brutally through blood and bone. But words were not designed to harm. Our language arose from a need to communicate, to warn, to protect, to thrive. Together. A gun has one purpose, and its ability to terrorize can be ended. Words are everlasting. I believe in the permanence of words.  

Last night, a thousand shots rang through the air, briefly muffling the chimes of liberty. They screeched and cawed through our neon night; this murder of crows blindly attacking its prey. Listen closely as the band stops playing and the revelers stop dancing. You’ll hear firecracker pops silencing the crowd. But not for long. Soon, meeting the attack are words and arms, hands and hearts, feet pounding pavement and words, these words: Run. Go. Hide. Get down. Words of concern, of love, of caution and care. I believe in the power of words.  

“Look for the helpers,” said a kindly neighbor, once, who held our hands through a black and terrible night. “You will always find people who are helping.” One madman with far too many weapons lay siege to a joyful crowd and quieted it for a moment. But when the din of gunfire ceased and the smell of iron was swept away, then on the winds and in the whispers of the Las Vegas valley, the silence was overwhelmed. The city’s brief stillness was stirred by the words of helpers: Where are you? I’m coming. What do you need? I’m here. Where can I donate? Don’t give up. The shots slowed. The terror ended. The words propel us forward. And I believe in the promise of words.

59 dead. 500 injured. Their voices stalled, stifled, stopped: But their memories will speak louder and ring truer and sing higher than the machine that so unthinkingly, so desperately and deliberately endeavored to mute their remarkable tones. The words they leave behind will reverberate through their friends and family, and through all of us who listen and remember. The chronicle of violence yawns dreadfully deep through the veins of our humanity, but the language of kin-folk and brotherhood is even deeper and more profound; it is steeped in the saga of friendship and fellowship, and its spine is a pillar of words that will not bend and will not break. I believe in the strength of words.

I looked into my students’ eyes today, each and every one. Staring back at me were expressions of the same ancient, eerie echoes of shock and sadness, confusion and despair. Words are my passion and my livelihood, I told them, but there are none for days like these. And yet that admission opened the floodgates. Their words, spoken, became light in an unfathomable darkness, and we anchored ourselves to them together. Answers were unimportant in the moment, but they will come someday. I believe in a new generation of words.

I am just happy to see your faces today. Was it enough to say that, for now, I wonder? To let them know that I am here, needing to be seen and heard, and that I can see and hear them there, too? When the sound of concern for those we love drowns out the noise of fear and hopelessness, then there is reason to hope, to believe, to carry on. We reach out and embrace each other, whatever the distance, with words of compassion and care and community. So, even at my most reticent, I believe in the symphony of words.

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11 thoughts on “I Still Believe in Words: Sounds from Las Vegas

  1. I can’t. This is all too much. I feel like I’m falling apart as our country does. I can’t imagine what it must be like being right there the way you are. Why is anyone in this country okay with these things happening??

    • Meanwhile, the United States of America just voted against a United Nations resolution to condemn countries who use the death penalty to punish gay or bisexual people. They were in good company… Botswana, Iraq, Syria, Ethiopia…

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  3. This was a beautiful post. Thanks for expressing how you feel when so many of us are struggling to. I wasn’t directly impacted but I’m so tired of the growing helplessness, frustration, and fear. My husband used to tell me that the odds of being involved in a shooting were astronomical, now he’s giving me tips on how to run, hide and fight. That’s not the country I want to live in, but it’s the one we’ve got.

  4. I’ve been reading here for a while, first through the TBR challenge you used to host and then Austen in August. But I don’t think I have commented other than on those kinds of posts. Part of the reason is that we look at things through different worldviews politically and religiously, and while I would never go to someone else’s blog and pick a fight or start an argument, I often end up not commenting at all because I don’t know if a different point of view would be welcome. But I think you are quite articulate and thoughtful and I have enjoyed many of your posts.

    This is one of the best. I just can’t fathom the depths of darkness in a heart that would do what this man and others like him have done. I’ve mourned and lamented and wondered what in the world we can do besides pray. But we can do these things. We can care, we can use our words, we can shine light within whatever sphere of influence we have. Thank you.

    • Thank you for your thoughtful and sincere comment. I appreciate that. I don’t mind when people disagree with me if they are engaging civilly and respectfully! That’s usually been the case here, which makes me very happy. Of course, if anyone ever did step way out of bounds, I just wouldn’t approve the comment. 🙂

      P.S. The TBR Pile Challenge will be back for 2018! The announcement goes live in November.

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