Did you see the photo? Read the story? Ponder how and why the scourge of an active shooter arrived Thursday in Vancouver and how close to home is too close?
The photo was poignant, with police carrying a wounded victim out of Smith Tower and only the victim’s bare feet being visible. It landed on the front page of The Columbian’s Friday edition.
The words were equally powerful, with the paper’s first-day story reading: “Teams of four officers, holding the victims’ arms and legs, carried them out the front door — one appeared to be dead. The injured victims were tended to in the building’s parking lot until paramedics arrived and transported them to the hospital.”
Imagine. One minute you are minding your own business in the lobby of the building; the next you are being carried out and set down in a parking lot. This is what we have become — an endless string of nameless, faceless, innocent victims of America’s absurd gun culture being carried out by our limbs.
Except that they are not nameless or faceless. Court proceedings Friday identified the survivors — 73-year-old Enelia Montoya and her caretaker, 44-year-old Shawne L. Garris. The murdered man also was identified, but as of this writing, The Columbian is withholding his name pending family notification. You’ll probably know it by the time you read this.