As we once again...and again...and again...read about another mass shooting, this time during a time of what should have been celebration, I sense hopelessness. While mass terror that happened at Newtown, or Aurora, garnered mass media attention for weeks, it seems that covering the Kansas City shooting is considered an annoying distraction from the soap opera that is TFG trials and House circus.
Who cares about a bunch of ordinary partiers? Let alone the thousands of single victim shootings.
Eleven years ago, I began the art project Million Gun Victims March. I still wonder if the medium of art can be an effective method for change. By painting portraits of forgotten and ignored gun victims, and emphasizing through symbols what we all lose when their lives are stolen in an instant, can we finally get basic gun safety?
I'd like to indulge myself by uploading this screenshot of my latest blog on the new website at https://vilomah.life.
I still have a lot of material to upload to it, which I do a couple entries almost every evening. But the site explains better what MGVM is all about.
It's about a pair of married immigrants who only wanted to plant a root for their little family. When I read their story, I saw a love story of the age, worthy of a scripted drama. A beautiful, humble love story shattered in an instant by racist hate.
This is the story of Marchers Ismael Quintanilla (1979-2021) and Sara Quintanilla Alacote (1984-2021).
Thank you for your indulgence. Any advice on how to spread this website far and wide will be appreciated by this newbie.
Their shattered love is a loss for us all.