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Jim Oliver was strolling at the western tip of Cape May, an American beach town bordering the Atlantic Ocean. He looked at the horizon. The sun was beginning to set. A breezy soft serenity was engulfing the nature. But from where did that dark cloud suddenly appear?
His smartphone pinged, a newsbreak flashed. A teenager mowed down one score of little school children and their beloved teachers with a high-powered gun. Just a week ago, the victims were African-Americans inside a grocery store in a similar mayhem.
Jim searched within “Will our romanticized love-affair with guns bring our own annihilation?”
His smartphone pinged, a newsbreak flashed. A teenager mowed down one score of little school children and their beloved teachers with a high-powered gun. Just a week ago, the victims were African-Americans inside a grocery store in a similar mayhem.
Jim searched within “Will our romanticized love-affair with guns bring our own annihilation?”
