It's hard to struggle with violence, hatred, and intolerance. I think I would know having witnessed a lot of domestic violence in a background of a lot of other physical and emotional abuse. It was bad enough to hear about it knowing that some disgusting people were jeering at Target after someone bombed a women's bathroom, and then this happened. What's worse is learning that the shooter himself was probably gay.
It honestly doesn't feel as surprising as some people seem to understand it as. Maybe people don't grasp how easy it is to wind up living in a circumstance in which it seems that every social force at every scale that you know is begging for you and squeezing down on you to be hateful and violent, both toward others and yourself. It makes me bitter to think about it, this sort of ignorance, but even more bitter to think that someone out there is thinking "serves them right."
Even though I say that, it's not as though this didn't surprise me or totally fuzzy bunny me up. Part of it is a realization to how close that violence is to my identity. The only two things that really put me out of harm's way are luck, to have been born and to have lived in elsewhere, and a disinterest in clubbing.
Now here's a thing I wrote.
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What does data mean and how is it useful? What meaning is created when data is analyzed? In the process of analyzing statistics concerning the dead, is a piece of humanity lost? Would that piece be that of the living or the dead?
Is there meaning to be the same age as one of the victims? Is a piece of humanity regained when you reflect that one of them might have been you?
What now does it mean to have lived through this? What consequence do we create?
I suppose that writing a silly script and some silly words is my way of piecing together a bit of my own humanity. Maybe someone else will do the same and then maybe a reader finds something of value from the data, perhaps another piece of humanity. Maybe I've just played too much Dark Souls recently.
Nonetheless, in this process of writing, so too do I write "I am alive," and so too it is written "They were alive," and in that if I cannot find humanity, at least I can find some comfort or peace.
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Reference: http://www.cityoforl...t/blog/victims/
Script (Python 3.5): https://www.dropbox....
49 victims.
Average age is 29
Median age is 32
Oldest was 50
Youngest was 18
Total years lived is 1439
Age distribution:
1 at age 18
1 at age 19
1 at age 20
2 at age 21
3 at age 22
1 at age 23
3 at age 24
8 at age 25
2 at age 26
2 at age 27
1 at age 28
2 at age 29
2 at age 30
2 at age 31
3 at age 32
3 at age 33
1 at age 34
2 at age 35
1 at age 36
3 at age 37
1 at age 39
1 at age 40
1 at age 41
1 at age 49
1 at age 50
Most common age is 25 with 8 people
Data retrieved 2016-06-14 02:16:47.704362 PST