My home is in Reno, Nevada, and it feels like a small town.
Between the Sierra Nevada and the Carson Range (the Great Basin, as it's known), is high desert with four distinct seasons and crisp and clean air almost all year. Fall's arrival has brought the first splash of autumn color to the leaves of the mountains and city.
California's Pacific Coast weather comes to us, rising from the sea and crossing the steep peaks of the mountains, usually taking two days for San Francisco rain to reach us. Even though the Sierras are a barrier between Reno and much of the world, I see reflections of the greater world and connections to what is happening everywhere, reflections and connections of different kinds of violence that are contributing to my autumnal sense of melancholy.
This September in Reno has been colored with tragedy. First there was a shooting in Carson City on September 6. A gunman entered an IHOP in Carson—30 miles south of Reno—with an AK-47, targeted National Guardsmen, shot eight people, then killed himself. Three of the eight people who were wounded have since died. Some people who knew the shooter remarked that he was a gentle person and a nice man, but schizophrenia distorted his mind and actions with disastrous results.
The Reno Air Show scheduled for September 16 through September 18 ended tragically after a plane crashed into the viewing stands. The death toll kept rising—from three deaths the first day to 11 at last report. Many people from all over the U.S. love Reno's Air Show and come to see the vintage planes in action. For all the Renoites and air show fans, this has been a sad time.
Last weekend topped off the list of tragedies with two rival motorcycle gangs—the Hells Angels and Los Vagos—shooting at each other in the Nugget Casino in Sparks. The leader of the Hells Angels' San Jose club was killed in the gun fight. Motorcycle riders from everywhere come to Reno to have a good time during the Street Vibrations annual celebration of motorcycles, food, gambling, and rock and roll, but the two gangs' hatred got the best of them—or the worst of them, you might say.
These September tragedies have been expressions of different kinds of violence—violence caused by insanity, by accident, and by hating somebody just... because.
Sadly, these incidents of violence are happening everywhere, not just in Nevada. They are repetitive patterns. There are other, more pernicious, patterns of violence that make the news with numbers and statistics, but without the names and faces of victims or perpetrators.