6-Year-Old Playground Shooting …
Here’s the summary … two kids on a playground run to a teacher and say another child was firing a gun at them. Chaos. Scrambling. 911 call. SWAT team arrives.
The kid had a bright orange cap gun.
Eliminate the fact – for a moment – that he shouldn’t have had a bright orange cap gun on a playground.
When I was a child, if two kids said someone was firing a gun at them, the teacher would go check it out. They’d see the orange cap gun. They’d confiscate it. End of the day, kid gets it back and is told to not bring it in again.
Done.
Now … it appears the thick fog of irrationality covers everything and everybody. The word “gun” is uttered by a 6-year-old (note … I have a 7-year-old son. I don’t trust a single word the little sucker says until I verify it myself) and a SWAT TEAM scrambles onto the scene.
No doubt toy guns being eliminated from culture at large contributes to the greater ignorance of all involved.
How could they not know it was a real gun?
Because they’ve been taught to fear anything that points and shoots and they very well may never have seen an orange cap gun before. And when they run to their closest responsible adult enabler, the adult promptly soils their pants and calls 911.