My most beloved home town of Portland is reeling tonight.
Late this afternoon an unidentified man entered the Clackamas Town Center Mall with a semi-automatic weapon and opened fire. As we Portlanders well know, Clackamas Town Center isn’t just a place that would be full of Christmas shoppers on a mid-December afternoon; it’s a common hangout place for young teens.
At this point we know very little, other than the assailant appears to have taken his own life, and that despite reports of up to 60 shots being fired only two other people seem to have been killed. It’s the kind of result that people in my profession might call “miraculous,” but I have no desire to attach that word to anything related to this tragedy.
In the next few days we’ll know more; maybe then we can have a discussion about ways to curb such unnecessary violence. This, however, will not be that kind of post.
For now I simply ask for those that are inclined to pray or send wishes to do so to the families of the dead, and those in the mall that must have spent the afternoon feeling as terrified as a person can be.
And then, go find your children. And your wives and husbands. And your brothers and sisters and boyfriends and girlfriends and dearest friends, and hug them. Seriously, do it now.
Life is too short.