Twelve people are shot in Chicago every day on average. The victims enter the rolls of the city's more than 500 homicides (the overwhelming majority of them shooting deaths), thousands of injuries, and vast webs of families and communities shattered by gun violence in 2016 alone.
I think a lot about Chicago's guns because I live next door; the country thinks a lot about them because "Chicago" has become shorthand for a kind of context-less chaos we fear lies just beyond our front step (where "our" means [mostly] white, middle-class news consumers). Furthermore, it's easier to wring our hands over Chicago than it is to grapple with the much larger, national truth: Even with its growing homicide rate, the city represents a small percentage of America's 33,000 annual firearms deaths — nearly two-thirds of which are neither mass shootings nor individual crimes but, in fact, suicides.
Thirty-three thousand is about the same number of people who live in Bozeman, Montana; three times the population of Sedona, Arizona; 10 times the population of Provincetown, Massachusetts. Every year — every single year — we accept the violent deaths of an entire town's worth of Americans. Why?
Are we heartless? Surely not — our constant grief tells me we're more often heartbroken. Are we ignorant? Maybe we were once (and I suspect most Americans still don't realize how many gun deaths are self-inflicted), but in these post-Sandy Hook, post-Orlando, post-Chiraq days, most of us possess at least a passing awareness of the issue (witness the majority of Americans who want more gun control legislation, not less.) And don't tell me it's the Second Amendment. The Constitution is and was always intended to be a living document — you can't yell "fire!" in a crowded theater, the three-fifths clause is null and void, and the 21st Amendment is as real as the one it repealed.
Poverty, racism, unchecked crime, and a pervasive culture of toxic masculinity all play key roles in the deadly churn; improved mental health services would surely save many potential suicide victims. But the foundation upon which our annual slaughter rests is one simple fact: The gun industry is exactly that — an industry.
Gun manufacturers don't make up some kind of Second Amendment honor guard. They are businesses that profit handsomely from the fear and bloody mayhem that they promote and facilitate. People make bank off dead Americans.
Gun control advocates have spent years calling on the better angels of our neighbors and politicians; we've compiled statistics and formulated Constitutional arguments; we've launched buy-back programs and conflict interventions and suicide hotlines — and each has garnered certain successes and (and this is not trivial, because where there is life, there is hope) saved lives, but none of it has worked in any larger, fundamental sense. Thirty-three thousand annual deaths later — 22,000 annual suicides later — we need to hit the gun industry and its supporters where it hurts: their wallets.
I am aware — painfully, excruciatingly aware — that this sounds naïve, or maybe just impossible. An $8 billion industry that wraps itself in the flag and pliant politicians is neither a small nor an easy target. About a third of the American public has already handed over their money; the election of a black man was enough to send gun sales through the roof, and each new massacre brings another spike. There are already 300 million-some-odd guns in circulation, legally or not.
It won't be easy — but we can start. We have to start. We can name and shame industry leaders like Michael Fifer (CEO of the baldly political Ruger) alongside the politicians who enable them, like Indiana governor and vice presidential candidate Mike Pence, people who profit either literally or politically from a business model that peddles death. We can start questioning the millions of dollars that the NRA's top executives share in salaries and other compensation in exchange for leading one of the nation's most powerful "nonprofits." Corporations, universities, and influential figures can start actively divesting from the industry, citing concerns that employees'/clients'/students'/fellow citizens' lives not be endangered by their investments; individuals can make the effort to be sure that we aren't inadvertently invested in the gun business, either.
In the meantime, we dare not abandon any of our other efforts to mitigate the appalling toll the firearms industry exacts. Even if a massive divestment campaign were launched tomorrow, none of the Chicagoans killed this year will be returned to their families.
But we have to start. The blood and anguish of our fellow citizens has been monetized and exploited long enough. We must start the process of making death a bad business to be in.