Note: Thoughts on Parkland (and Pittsburgh)

Then came Pittsburgh and over the past few days I’ve kept expecting myself to feel something strongly like pain or anger or grief. But instead what I feel most powerfully is resignation–mixed with a sort of Jewish inevitability that feels like I’m being presented with corroborating evidence–and I fear that I am growing cynical. This essay was written eight months ago, and I’m sharing it now before the time comes when I return to it after another mass shooting somewhere in the public square of America and I am so worn down that it makes me feel nothing at all.