Christina Grimmie's Death Is Not About Gun Control

Christina Grimmie's Death Is Not About Gun Control

Remembering the talent the world tragically lost.

A little after 2 a.m. on June 11, 2016, tragic news broke. Former contestant on "The Voice" and up and coming singer, Christina Grimmie, had died. She was shot while signing autographs at a venue in Orlando, Florida after performing Friday night. Many people were commenting on the news articles detailing the event about how guns need to be eliminated or how America is so stupid because of our guns. Someone even said that the guy who shot her had to be insane because he killed himself. But how does the guy who shot her killing himself prove anything? Sane or not, if you shoot any celebrity, regardless how known they are, you know you aren't going to have much of a life afterward. That doesn't prove anything except that he was a scared coward. He knew he more than likely wasn't leaving that venue alive.

Have you ever shot a gun? Have you ever really felt that scary power it offers? No sane person wants to pull the trigger with the intent of killing someone. Has it been noted anywhere that the gun was legally his? Should America have stricter laws when it comes to people obtaining guns? Absolutely, even though it probably wouldn't make much of a difference. Drugs like meth and cocaine are illegal, but people still have access to them. However, to say guns are the problem is ludicrous.

If you wanted to kill someone, you could kill them without a gun. Knives, water, bare hands, car accidents and many more intentionally harmless ways to die are possible. No one says blame those things. I mean, we blamed Adolf Hitler, not the gas chambers. We blamed Al Queda and Osama Bin Laden, not the planes. But somehow, when someone dies from a gun, suddenly the weapon is the problem.

Perhaps because guns are the only thing out of that list that people are truly afraid of, probably because they don't understand them. We don't offer gun safety classes in schools, but we do focus on drugs, gangs and even CO2 poisoning. Just about every kid in America completes the D.A.R.E. program before finishing the fifth grade. Never were guns a part of learning other than that they are dangerous and to leave them alone. Guns should never be taken lightly because it truly is a serious issue, but to blame shootings on guns seems crazy.

Before a post I commented on regarding Christina's death was deleted, someone asked me what I would tell her parents since I don't think guns are the problem. I would tell them that they had one of the greatest gifts in the world and I would thank them for sharing her and letting her share her gift with the world. She really was someone special. Her loyal fans made it possible to get her to the top and she died doing what she loved.

I would tell them that through it all, she always stayed humble, thanked her fans and made videos showing her appreciation. You could always see the excitement in her eyes when she talked about her fans. I would thank them for instilling all of that in her. I can only hope and pray, that even in the midst of this grave tragedy, that people learn from her. They help instill these values into their children and help to show the same kind of humble behavior even in the shadow of something of scary.

I would tell them that I am so incredibly sorry for their loss. I would tell them that I am praying for them, not just for what they're going through now, but in the coming weeks, years and for the rest of their lives. The issue isn't really that a gun killed her. The issue is that a talented artist died. Everyone is wanting something to blame. Sometimes, people make the object to blame their focus point in order to overcome the actual issue at hand.

What we all should be focusing on is Christina. The music world lost an amazing, young, talented artist who was just starting out. She died doing what she loved. Her actions will always be remembered and her loyalty to her fans will always be one of the best things she offered the world. Be humble and kind, be a Christina.

Cover Image Credit: Justin Higuchi

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It's Time To Thank Your First Roommate

Not the horror story kind of roommate, but the one that was truly awesome.

Nostalgic feelings have recently caused me to reflect back on my freshman year of college. No other year of my life has been filled with more ups and downs, and highs and lows, than freshman year. Throughout all of the madness, one factor remained constant: my roommate. It is time to thank her for everything. These are only a few of the many reasons to do so, and this goes for roommates everywhere.

You have been through all the college "firsts" together.

If you think about it, your roommate was there through all of your first college experiences. The first day of orientation, wishing you luck on the first days of classes, the first night out, etc. That is something that can never be changed. You will always look back and think, "I remember my first day of college with ____."

You were even each other's first real college friend.

You were even each other's first real college friend.

Months before move-in day, you were already planning out what freshman year would be like. Whether you previously knew each other, met on Facebook, or arranged to meet in person before making any decisions, you made your first real college friend during that process.

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The transition from high school to college is not easy, but somehow you made it out on the other side.

It is no secret that transitioning from high school to college is difficult. No matter how excited you were to get away from home, reality hit at some point. Although some people are better at adjusting than others, at the times when you were not, your roommate was there to listen. You helped each other out, and made it through together.

Late night talks were never more real.

Remember the first week when we stayed up talking until 2:00 a.m. every night? Late night talks will never be more real than they were freshman year. There was so much to plan for, figure out, and hope for. Your roommate talked, listened, laughed, and cried right there with you until one of you stopped responding because sleep took over.

You saw each other at your absolute lowest.

It was difficult being away from home. It hurt watching relationships end and losing touch with your hometown friends. It was stressful trying to get in the swing of college level classes. Despite all of the above, your roommate saw, listened, and strengthened you.

...but you also saw each other during your highest highs.

After seeing each other during the lows, seeing each other during the highs was such a great feeling. Getting involved on campus, making new friends, and succeeding in classes are only a few of the many ways you have watched each other grow.

There was so much time to bond before the stresses of college would later take over.

Freshman year was not "easy," but looking back on it, it was more manageable than you thought at the time. College only gets busier the more the years go on, which means less free time. Freshman year you went to lunch, dinner, the gym, class, events, and everything else possible together. You had the chance to be each other's go-to before it got tough.

No matter what, you always bounced back to being inseparable.

Phases of not talking or seeing each other because of business and stress would come and go. Even though you physically grew apart, you did not grow apart as friends. When one of you was in a funk, as soon as it was over, you bounced right back. You and your freshman roommate were inseparable.

The "remember that one time, freshman year..." stories never end.

Looking back on freshman year together is one of my favorite times. There are so many stories you have made, which at the time seemed so small, that bring the biggest laughs today. You will always have those stories to share together.

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The unspoken rule that no matter how far apart you grow, you are always there for each other.

It is sad to look back and realize everything that has changed since your freshman year days. You started college with a clean slate, and all you really had was each other. Even though you went separate ways, there is an unspoken rule that you are still always there for each other.

Your old dorm room is now filled with two freshmen trying to make it through their first year. They will never know all the memories that you made in that room, and how it used to be your home. You can only hope that they will have the relationship you had together to reflect on in the years to come.

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Irish-American History Is Just As Important As Any Other Culture, You Can't Prove Me Wrong

I cherish being Irish and I will not let anyone let me feel bad for that.


Depending on when you're reading this, Saint Patrick's day has either just passed or is around the corner. For me, Saint Patrick's day is tomorrow. I've been debating this article for some time now because I didn't know how it would be perceived. At this point, though, I feel it's important for me to get out. No, Irish people were never kept as slaves in America, and I will never be one to try and say they were. However, Irish people were treated tremendously awful in America. A lot of people tend to forget, or just try to erase entirely, the history of the Irish in America. So much so that I felt shameful for wanting to celebrate my heritage. Therefore, I want to bring to light the history that everyone brushes under the rug.

In 1845, a potato famine broke out across Ireland. This was a big deal because the Irish lived off, mainly, potatoes. They were cheap, easy to grow, and had tons of nutrients. So when the famine struck, many people either died of starvation or fled to America in seek of refuge. When the Irish arrived in America they were seen as a threat to the decency of America. People viewed them as drunk beasts, sinful savages, barbaric, violent, belligerent, stupid, and white apes. When the Irish would go to look for jobs, many times they found signs that read "Irish Need Not Apply," even when the job was hiring. Therefore, the Irish did the jobs no one wanted, and even jobs African slaves wouldn't do. The biggest example of this is when Irishmen built canals and drained swamps. They were sent to do these things because of the enormous amount of mosquitoes; in the swamp, they would get bit and ultimately die of malaria.

Also, during this time, Irish people were poor and therefore lived in the same neighborhoods as the free African Americans. A lot of the Irish people were friendly with their neighbors of color and even got into interracial relationships. Because the Irish lived in these neighborhoods they were seen as dirty and even a lot of people at this time put African Americans higher on the totem pole than Irish. One person during the time even said, "At least the black families keep their homes clean."

The main reason American's outlook on Irish people changed was that most Irishmen took up fighting for the Union in the Civil War. I make this argument, not because I think the Irish suffered more than African slaves. I don't say this in means of trying to erase the struggles of the African slaves. I do not think that any of our ancestors should have been treated the way they were. I mean to say that the Irish did in fact suffer. Irish people were treated wrongly on the basis of...nothing. Simply because my ancestors hailed from the shores of Eire, they were treated with malice. And I write this simply because I want people to remember. I want people to understand what happened.

On Saint Patrick's Day this year, next year, and for the many years to come, I want people to embrace the Irish culture. I want the folks of Irish heritage to not be ashamed of where they come from; to not be ashamed to share their culture the way I have for many years. I want everyone to have a beer, wear some green, eat a potato or two, and dance the Irish step; to celebrate the history of Irish people with a bit more understanding than before.

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