I vividly remember the night in December 1980 when John Lennon was shot and killed. Contemporary news accounts reported that Yoko Ono, his wife, wasn’t injured in the attack. That’s wrong, I remember thinking. The same bullet that took Lennon’s life also took the life Ono had with her husband. It took the life Lennon’s children had with their father. Homicide isn’t a dot. It’s a circle.
I’m writing about this topic today, instead of making my usual snarky remarks about grammar, because a few days ago a former student of mine was gunned down in the lobby of an office building on Park Avenue. Only 43, Wesley Mittman LePatner was a bright light in high school and a bright light in adulthood – a loving mother and wife, a wise mentor, a responsible and generous citizen. The gunman killed Wesley and three other innocent people because somewhere in his sick mind their destruction made sense and because our society failed to keep a powerful weapon out of his hands.
I think a lot about language, as readers of this blog know, so I paid close attention to the words used to report this crime. Alerts on my phone reported “police activity,” then “active shooter,” and then “containment.” Bloodless words for a bloody deed. To be sure, the authorities are rightly concerned with preventing panic. It’s not appropriate for them to scream with the emotion they undoubtedly feel.
But the rest of us should scream, for as loud and as long as it takes, until the insane level of gun violence and our collective tolerance for it falls as definitively and finally as Wesley did. May her memory be a blessing, and may it be a motivation.






















