I am writing this in light of recent events. To put this into context, I had just turned seventeen that day. My aunt's funeral was tomorrow. It was a Wednesday during exam, in December.
I was informed by my vice principal that my drawing had been disturbing people. I am a firearms fanatic by my own words and allow everyone whom I associate to know so, teachers included. Now on this day, my birthday, day eve to my aunt's funeral, my first period teacher had reported to my assistant principal. Now there's bad timing, then there is malicious planning. Apparently, only then in December, not prior did said teacher decide to take offense in my designs. Only in December did they tell me that because of some psychopathic coward who had the gall to confront children with murderous intent, I am now psychotic, different. There, in an office, in a school which I had been in for two years, understood to be fair, saw as fair, meant as a place to the benefit of my generation and all those post and prior, was I ordered specifically that my particular expression, passion, love, obsession, calling, and hobby could no longer be expressed. Freedom of speech apparently applies not to the institutions imposed by the government which advocates it. Looking back, these words of mine resonate in my head. "If we allow such tragedies to affect us in a limiting manner then we let them win,", and you know what? The sad fact is, it happened anyway. Truly saddening is it the extent which we as human beings are willing to give up in the fear of a moment. Keep in mind; I was not bringing an actual projectile-based tool to school. This was a matter of graphite and paper. Truly, it strikes me as odd. If you're not from Texas I can't speak for you but there is a strong gun advocacy in the history and culture, people and reasoning of the people here. That, and if I was currently in a non-digital arts class; this would never have been a problem. After all, The Rodeo has an art contest which Texas schools of the area, this one and its junior school included and you get pictures of horses, westernicona, old barns, and old colt, Springfield, Spencer, insert era appropriate firearm here. If I had the proper registration in the database, then this would be labeled an art project. So, if it wasn't that particular unfortunate time, my birth-date no less, eve to funeral of one I hold dear, had I been in a non-digital art class, had that one individual not imposed their will over mine, had the school concluded that they participate in projects which advocate these projects, had they taken recent events and not acted blindly out of irrational fear, and had they not targeted me an individual person and branded me a problem to be watched, psychotic, disturbed, different, crazy, deadly, from markings of graphite on paper, there would be no problem. Either, there is some exception to fact, or an almost insurmountable leverage placed against those such as myself whom take the shooting culture, that which allowed this country to be founded, to not be split into Democrat Confederacy and Republican United States, which made our survival through wars, two of which were global, and one with a genocidal leader at the helm of our enemy with an ally who twisted generations of warrior culture to endorse throwing his countrymen at us in planes with intent of kamikaze, was this Country allowed to survive. What have I done wrong supporting my culture, which to this day proves to be one of the most successful industries in the country? It seems like fearful abandon and manipulation to target me. What did I do wrong? All I have done is expressed my first amendment right to appreciate my second amendment right. I don't know how many people know this, but in The Second World War, the only reason The Japanese Empire did not invade The United States of America was because of this given amendment right. They were scared of us, the populace, not our armed forces. Another WW2 fact that I found interesting was that one of the first things the National Socialist or Nazi party did after taking power was disarm the populace. I'm not saying that my assistant principal is trying to make our country freedom-less but there is a stout injustice in these actions, and it only takes small steps to change things for the worse. Even Rome was a Republic initially, even if all you hear about is the Empire. It is just a sickening injustice. I don't know. Perhaps the fact that I have Asperger's Syndrome and am therefore autistic, they think I am a murderer. Yet, that kind of makes Mr. Albert Einstein a murderer as well. Maybe he had killer-good looks or something, but I am not one to judge that. No, that autism does not make me unstable. Frankly, the greatest danger to humanity that I have seen is stupidity and that comes from many years of seeing idiots inflict damage to themselves in outrageous manners on YouTube for views. This is coming from a seventeen year old autistic man in the tenth grade. The only way you can truly diminish the damage caused by the mentally disturbed is to educate, prepare, and be ready for such an event instead of portraying an inanimate tool of protection, security of food, and sport as the devil's big ass murdering bitch slapping pimp. Tools are an extension of the individual, an extension of the arm. In the hands of a person, it is as much a part of the body as the person, but it isn't the person. Taking away my firearms because of the actions of another person who just so happened to have a firearm, instead of say, a machete, or a powder bomb, or a knife, or a cross bow, or piano wire, or Satan's big ass pencil of life rape is misdirected persecution of the innocent. Now, if kids get killed by a guy with a pencil what do you do, ban wood, go digital? What if another chokes a kid with a cord, or picks up one of those big ass computer towers and beats people, or I don't know brings a utility knife. What do you do then? Do you screw over everything single career and industry involving installation, maintenance, innovation or shipping? What are you going to do?You wouldn't be able to open boxes for life's sake! The thing people don't realize is if you ban something, only people intent on following the law will comply. If you are a psychotic killer, you don't fall under that subcategory of humans. That and you criminalize thousands of citizens who had done nothing wrong. Think of the good old times of The Prohibition. What happened there you ask? Well, The Prohibition held the attempting banning of alcohol. Fun fact, the mafia and moonshiners made that obsolete. Another fun fact, that failed and the rise of The Mafia was solidified. Another fun fact, we have the same problem now with chemical substances coming from The Mexican Drug Cartels, except they are heavily armed by us no less, extremely violent, immediately South of the border, and they aren't going to give half a shit about our laws. What they do is already illegal and they already kill people. Plus when every innocent is disarmed, they can claim as far as they can reach and nothing but our military could stop them. Seeing as they are still here, that problem wouldn't go regardless of the fact. It is just like the prohibition. Crime unending, unnecessarily violent and exactly what my precious passion would become if it was taken away. Now, I don't want to see my material love slandered more than it already is so if that could be stopped, it would be nice. I bring it up, because it already started with the "assault weapons ban" and the tax stamps which already target my passion, and now in my generation, it is affecting me because of a psychopath, when tests are already in place, when the background is checked, and no one bring anything new to the table, when all I want is to be able to draw mechanisms and embroider them like someone in a paper based class instead of my digital art class self. Sorry if half of this seems unrelated. I just like to get a broad spectrum as to what affects who and how because why. It doesn't seem all that popular. At least, it didn't seem to have been applied, by a teacher who knew of my technical illustrations since the beginning of the school year throwing her will over my rights, on my birthday, during exam week, on the day prior to my aunt's funeral, about my passion, in a school which advocates such actions in groups in supports, for physical, not digital art students, in regards to markings of graphite by the tool, pencil, on template, paper, by me a newly seventeen year old autistic man who under extreme leverage against, having done nothing wrong, did not meet their requirement for exception, having uneven speech, in an institution funded by the government, by all citizens of The United States.
Sorry if this showed up in your inbox again. Just looked over it and noticed some of the words had been changed, and some was missing. Either it was transitional issues or I suck at proof-reading.