This routine feels grossly familiar. A shooter buys a legal firearm or two, or three, and decides to end the lives of people shopping at a grocery store or students sitting in a classroom. We are outraged. We are heartbroken. But we are not surprised.
How could we be? It’s only been a few months since we last grieved. So we march again. We take out the orange T-shirt that we haven’t worn since the last tragedy. The chants spill right out of us, unchanged since the last time we did this: “Enough is enough.”