A Reflection on Mass Murder
So ... this happened yesterday in Seattle. And I'm sort of torn; to the one, mass murder is an outrage, while, to the other, yeah, what's new?
Skip the works cited. Let's see how many links I can pull:
You would think the world was ending up here.
All of the links above are from The Stranger, and will lead you to whatever other news sources they drew from.
The shooter is identified as one Ian Stawicki, age 40, from Ellensburg, Washington. Andrew Stawicki, 29, said he recognized his older brother in the photograph above. "It's no surprise," said the younger Stawicki. "We could see this coming."
We on the west side of the mountains, of course, say, "Thanks for the warning, friends!"
But that's not fair.
Ellensburg is a small town in not quite the center of Washington state; sometimes, it seems like the center of nowhere. With a population just over 18,000, the town's key industries are a slaughterhouse and a university. Well, okay, there's farming, but, yeah.
Still, it is the seat of Kittitas County, and none of this really matters. When you're driving from Seattle to a concert at the Gorge, you pass through Ellensburg. And if you happen to have a friend who lives in that summertime hellfire, it's a good place to stop for a bong rip and a beer if you have the time.
Those who recall the band Screaming Trees ought to know Ellensburg at least by name. The town is characterized in the 1986 song, "Strange Out There", and seen in the video for the 1992 single, "Nearly Lost You".
In the east-west rivalry that simmers beneath the surface in Washington state, it's hard to be entirely hostile toward Ellensburg. But, to the other, nobody seems particularly surprised to learn that the shooter is from the town.
And just about everybody who knows somebody who lives there is wondering, "Hey, I wonder if _____ knew this dude?"
We're certainly wondering. I'm sure we'll hear more from our friend in the 'Burg soon enough.
Ian Stawicki murdered five people yesterday. A sixth victim, a cook at Cafe Racer, is expected to live. After shooting five people at Cafe Racer, he murdered a woman in a parking lot on First Hill, in order to steal her SUV. This afternoon, police spotted Stawicki on foot; as they closed the circle, the man knelt in the street and shot himself—and then took two hours to die.
The names of the dead are somewhere in all that, I think.
Or maybe not. We will know them later.
Meanwhile, I'm as certain as can be that I should feel something.
But it's like the world ended today, or something. Six dead, one wounded? Yeah, and Sounders FC topped Georgia 5-1, and the M's beat Texas 21-8.
I get it. Today was a terrible day in Seattle. But I first heard about the shooting because it altered my plans for the evening, and all I could think was, "Well, at least that's settled." I mean, it was just a barbecue and watching a couple of teams I don't care about play hockey.
Still, though, I was struck by the wall-to-wall coverage on all the local television stations. Indeed, I might have actually been annoyed. I can't even muster a proper, "Poor bastard, he should have saved some rounds and just done himself first," sort of sentiment.
It was a terrible day in Seattle. But it was just another day in the world.
Maybe I'll just leave the water running in the kitchen sink.
So ... this happened yesterday in Seattle. And I'm sort of torn; to the one, mass murder is an outrage, while, to the other, yeah, what's new?
Skip the works cited. Let's see how many links I can pull:
• "My Heart Goes Out to Cafe Racer
• "On Cafe Racer and Its Regulars"
• "The Culture of Fear Is Alive and Well at the Seattle Times"
• "Mayor McGinn Responds to Today's Shootings"
• "Cafe Racer, We Love You"
• "The Craziest Press Conference in Memory"
• "Continuing Coverage: Three Dead and Two Critically Injured in Shooting at Cafe Racer, One Killed in Shooting Near Town Hall, Suspect Ian Stawicki Shoots Himself in West Seattle, Believed Responsible for Both Incidents" (Recommended)
• "How a Day Like Today Happens" (Recommended)
• "As the Sun Sets in Roosevelt"
• "Fifth Victim and Shooter Die, Bringing Today's Total Death Toll to Six"
• "The Scene Outside Cafe Racer Around 7:00 pm"
• "On Cafe Racer and Its Regulars"
• "The Culture of Fear Is Alive and Well at the Seattle Times"
• "Mayor McGinn Responds to Today's Shootings"
• "Cafe Racer, We Love You"
• "The Craziest Press Conference in Memory"
• "Continuing Coverage: Three Dead and Two Critically Injured in Shooting at Cafe Racer, One Killed in Shooting Near Town Hall, Suspect Ian Stawicki Shoots Himself in West Seattle, Believed Responsible for Both Incidents" (Recommended)
• "How a Day Like Today Happens" (Recommended)
• "As the Sun Sets in Roosevelt"
• "Fifth Victim and Shooter Die, Bringing Today's Total Death Toll to Six"
• "The Scene Outside Cafe Racer Around 7:00 pm"
You would think the world was ending up here.
All of the links above are from The Stranger, and will lead you to whatever other news sources they drew from.
The shooter is identified as one Ian Stawicki, age 40, from Ellensburg, Washington. Andrew Stawicki, 29, said he recognized his older brother in the photograph above. "It's no surprise," said the younger Stawicki. "We could see this coming."
We on the west side of the mountains, of course, say, "Thanks for the warning, friends!"
But that's not fair.
Ellensburg is a small town in not quite the center of Washington state; sometimes, it seems like the center of nowhere. With a population just over 18,000, the town's key industries are a slaughterhouse and a university. Well, okay, there's farming, but, yeah.
Still, it is the seat of Kittitas County, and none of this really matters. When you're driving from Seattle to a concert at the Gorge, you pass through Ellensburg. And if you happen to have a friend who lives in that summertime hellfire, it's a good place to stop for a bong rip and a beer if you have the time.
Those who recall the band Screaming Trees ought to know Ellensburg at least by name. The town is characterized in the 1986 song, "Strange Out There", and seen in the video for the 1992 single, "Nearly Lost You".
In this city built on broken glass and the carcasses of a million dead sheep, where the blood runs thick down Third Street, down the gutter to the railroad station, and takes a train up, over these big mountains, to the sea—that's where you got to be, you got to go to the sea ....
—"Strange Out There"
—"Strange Out There"
In the east-west rivalry that simmers beneath the surface in Washington state, it's hard to be entirely hostile toward Ellensburg. But, to the other, nobody seems particularly surprised to learn that the shooter is from the town.
And just about everybody who knows somebody who lives there is wondering, "Hey, I wonder if _____ knew this dude?"
We're certainly wondering. I'm sure we'll hear more from our friend in the 'Burg soon enough.
Ian Stawicki murdered five people yesterday. A sixth victim, a cook at Cafe Racer, is expected to live. After shooting five people at Cafe Racer, he murdered a woman in a parking lot on First Hill, in order to steal her SUV. This afternoon, police spotted Stawicki on foot; as they closed the circle, the man knelt in the street and shot himself—and then took two hours to die.
The names of the dead are somewhere in all that, I think.
Or maybe not. We will know them later.
Meanwhile, I'm as certain as can be that I should feel something.
But it's like the world ended today, or something. Six dead, one wounded? Yeah, and Sounders FC topped Georgia 5-1, and the M's beat Texas 21-8.
I get it. Today was a terrible day in Seattle. But I first heard about the shooting because it altered my plans for the evening, and all I could think was, "Well, at least that's settled." I mean, it was just a barbecue and watching a couple of teams I don't care about play hockey.
Still, though, I was struck by the wall-to-wall coverage on all the local television stations. Indeed, I might have actually been annoyed. I can't even muster a proper, "Poor bastard, he should have saved some rounds and just done himself first," sort of sentiment.
It was a terrible day in Seattle. But it was just another day in the world.
Maybe I'll just leave the water running in the kitchen sink.