UVALDE – “Dozens of people continue to arrive in the area around the school of the massacre to lay flowers, like ten days ago in Buffalo, after the death of ten African Americans in a supermarket. Someone stops and cries silently, carried away by a a friend, a family member, sometimes with difficulty.Even reaching a car twenty meters away is difficult.Many women, mothers, grandmothers.
Massacre in Texas: the images. 18 year old shoots in a school and kills 14 children and a teacher
Massacre in a Texas elementary school. An 18-year-old boy opened fire and killed 15 people, including 14 children and a teacher. It is one of the worst massacres in American history that brings to mind the Sandy Hook massacre of 2012, when 20-year-old Adam Lanza opened fire and killed 26 people including 20 children.
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One, Hispanic, sitting under a tree, is surrounded by some people. Someone brings her a bottle of water. She keeps shaking her head, running a hand over her cheek, as if to console herself, she speaks in Spanish. “She She is the grandmother of one of the children”, says a man, Francis Arredondo, pointing to the school. “One of the children”, without adding anything else. Enough to understand that she didn’t make it. Died along with his fourth grade classmates and teachers, Irma Garcia and Eva Mireles, who had tried to shield the children. Together they had organized the celebrations for the end of the school year. This was supposed to be the best week.
“Tomorrow he would go to her to spend the summer”. Arredondo does not finish the sentence. Someone sniffles. Nobody screams.
The day after the epidemic of violence that hit the Robb Elementary School is the moment of the interventions against the weapons, of the appeals to stop the massacres, but also that of the torment.
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“Once again we have failed on the rights and freedoms that have been given to us”. Actor Matthew McCounaghey is from Uvalde, Texas, where his mother was a teacher and his father worked for an oil company. That of weapons and massacres, he writes on Twitter, is an “epidemic that we can control, and whatever our side we all know we can do better”.
An 18-year-old boy, Salvador Rolando Ramos, killed nineteen children and two teachers before being shot down by the police. Forty-five minutes of terror, with hundreds of screaming children, others who had managed to escape through the windows or crawl along the corridor walls as the window panes shattered. There is not only the unbearable burden of pain, but the knowledge that these children have lived their last moments with terror.
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At the civic center, a square building transformed into an emergency point, until night they collected DNA evidence for recognition: some bodies were unrecognizable. The killer shot the children in the face, from a few centimeters, with an Ar-15, a war rifle. The ten-year-old son of a woman named Martinez saw two comrades killed, ran out of a window, injuring his arms and hands.
A little girl in a pink shirt, they say, was sitting, back to the wall, with a bloody shirt, during the shooting, crying. No one could help her, no one now knows if she made it. Marcela says that her 9-year-old niece was at school when it all started on Tuesday morning: when he heard the shots he ran to the bathroom and didn’t move from there. When the police killed the killer, the officers ran to all the rooms to check if there were any injuries. In the bathroom they found him and three other children: they were huddled in the corners, their hands over their ears. One was wide-eyed, his shorts wet, he didn’t speak. The next day Uvalde is a place where everything appears muffled, and the humid heat that soaks the shirts in a few minutes has nothing to do with it. It’s an unbearable bubble of pain. Around the metallic noise of the air conditioners.
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by Anna Lombardi
25 Maggio 2022
The cars that stop for a moment, at the beginning of Old Carrizzo Road, and then drive away. The sheriff’s men, together with those of the state guard, guard the area, armed, remaining silent, while women, men, children continue to arrive, without saying a word, to leave a memory, a flower, a photo, a message, a toy. Scenes that are repeated in every corner of America and now mark the hours of this city in southern Texas, made of low houses, one big road that crosses Uvalde, pick-ups everywhere. Ninety percent of the people are Hispanics, they are what the Austin people call “paisanos,” people of the country, of the countryside, of rural people, who walk with their heads down. Uvalde has everything to be a forgettable place, and perhaps that’s why the epidemic McCounaghey talks about hasn’t spared it.