Your child is murdered. Your community cries. Support comes in from all over the world. Your community claims they’re UvaldeStrong. Baseball and basketball games, free events, bikes, parks. Your community relishes it.
You fight for accountability. Your community goes quiet.
You fight for transparency. Your community tells you to shut up.
You fight for your son, his classmates and every other child to make sure they grow up. Your community votes in a man with blood on his hands that could have prevented this tragedy in the wake of the last one.
Your community takes Uvalde Strong and turns it into Uvalde Sit down, Shut up, and relish the free gifts. Your community rages about the national compassion fund because “everyone” was affected. Your community shows that one white mans retirement means more to them than justice.
Well fuck the gifts. Fuck the money. Fuck the exposure. Fuck you because I’d trade every fucking thing I’ve ever owned for 5 more minutes with my son. We will not stop fighting for our children and teachers. Hate it or love it, but you fucked with the wrong parents.
We will never stop. We will never cower. You may hit us hard. You may have us step back a few feet and recuperate, but goddamnit the fire that burns in us to save all children can not be doused. Those who oppose us will have nightmares. We will creep into your every thought.
Update: I’ve had so many people ask how they can help. You can help by donating below so that @LivesRobbed can continue fighting, demanding accountability, and trying to make the world a safer place for ALL of OUR kids.
It’s been 5 months since the unthinkable happened. 5 months since since my boy walked out of the front door, jumped on the bus, went to school and never returned. 5 months of a pain that is incomparable if you haven’t experienced it for yourself. 5 months since my family and my
life changed for the absolute worst. 5 months of could of should of would ofs. 5 months of fucking nightmares that don’t end when you wake up, yet are exacerbated when reality sets in, in the first few moments you wipe the sleep from your eyes. 5 months of seeing my kids hurt
from something that I can’t fix, and goddamnit I’m supposed to fix everything for them! 5 months since we were gutted, left behind in time as the world continues spinning. 5 months of a run around by local state and federal parties are care more about their jobs and money than
This time, four months ago, It was a normal day. I was at my office getting a booklet made for each of my coworkers that would show their growth in their skills to help get them raises. 2 hours from then, I’d get a call that would shatter my world. My wife called, screaming
“There’s a shooter at Uzi’s school.” I told my lead I had to go as I was running to my car. As I hauled ass towards the school, I got another call. “He’s in the fourth grade hallway, and I can’t get ahold of Uzi!” The shots rang through my phone as my wife was telling me this.
By the time I made it to town I received a third call. “They aren’t letting us see or get the kids, go to the civic center.” I headed there, not knowing it would be 8 hours of sitting and hoping. As bus loads of children got off, Uzi’s class never made it.
@GregAbbott_TX Hey buddy, remember me? I’m the father of a Uvalde Victim (I know, you don’t know any of their names “off the top of your head”) I had the honor of calling your ass out yesterday, outside your lovely tax payer funded mansion and on the steps of our gorgeous
Capital!! I wanted to let you know that I guess we just missed each other, while you’re campaigning your bullshit and refusing to call a special session to move the age to 21 to buy an assault rifle….You know, the kind that murdered my son and his 18 classmates and two teachers.
See, I informed everybody what you told me face to face..That you won’t, and that had a bill been in place it wouldn’t have stopped what happened in Uvalde.