Ava decided to write to Tyshun when she saw her mother crying after reading Cox’s story about her in The Post. Cox follows the children’s relationship as they facetime, bombarding each other in heart emojis, sending gifts (including stress toys), and appreciating and comforting each other as they go through their “bad week”. Open up about.
Psychiatrist Bruce D. Perry, a psychiatrist who worked with the family after the shooting. Columbine High School and Sandy Hook Elementary School, tells Cox. “What happens is your brain rotates thousands of times and so it becomes thousands of small events, capable of activating your stress response.”
The second element for which there can be no account in this fascinating book is faith. Such nonfiction cannot be prepared with a few phone calls and fleeting visits. It comes through an investment, both human and professional, that gives the writer a glimpse into the lives of his most vulnerable people; They open only when they feel that the author will judge their stories. It takes time to earn their confidence.
We see the payment of Cox’s investment when he becomes a witness to one of Ava’s tantrums, with her mother telling her not to stand on the couch. Over the next 34 minutes she watches her spit water on both parents, saying that he swears “no one,” calls her mother, tells her father she hates him and shouts. “You don’t understand,” because his parents struggle for restraint. Cox writes, “His eyes weakened, and his voice, now echoed by a high-pitched melody, as it digitally changed and spread.”
After starting with Ava and Tyshun’s psychological wounds and childish idioms, Cox sets his gaze to explore the first effects on his family (Ava’s brother survives the drama by spending more time with his grandparents Hai; Tyshun’s 2-year-old brother, AJ, starts out at preschool), then over their communities (anticipating that their daughter will need medical care throughout her life, a lawsuit against Ava’s parents school district ) And finally on broader politics (while digging the legislative cemetery, Cox reveals euthanasia policies do something different).
With the exception of a shabby passage in the epilogue where Cox explicitly calls for universal background checks, more education and more research for gun owners (all of which are more effectively implied elsewhere), in the Tell It Book Is a show instead. The National Rifle Association and the Second Amendment are not neglected, but neither do they dominate. Choosing to be descriptive rather than prescriptive, he draws a painful, critical picture of how a society with almost unfit access with deadly weapons looks through children’s eyes rather than lecturing the reader on politics and policy.
This lecture has not become so overdue, as it has been consistently overrun by vested interests in the gun lobby. The debate around guns, if one can give it dignity in this way, has been held in so much bad faith, and produced so little in the way of substantial legislative progress that a mood of learned despair has led to a change in mood. Immediate calls have been reduced. As Cox asks, “How many children have to die or become witnesses before we die or a family member has to be brought down to Earth” EnoughThe “
This is a necessary question. There is nothing inevitable about this; But there is nothing to suggest that this will change anytime soon. In the meantime, this book demonstrates that the most effective répost testimony is to bear witness to those who possess weapons.