Friday, June 24, 2016

Mitigating The Danger of Cars and Guns

On this day, June 24, 1966, the United States Senate passed the National Traffic and Motor Vehicle Safety Act by a unanimous vote. Later that summer the House passed their version of the bill 318-3 and on September 9, 1966, signed by President Johnson, the Act became law.

The origins of the law can be credited to the work of one man: Ralph Nader, an attorney and consumer advocate, who a year earlier had published “Unsafe at Any Speed”, a condemnation of the General Motors Corvair and the American auto industry’s lax safety standards.

In 1965 there were 47,089 auto deaths in the United States, or 5.30 deaths for every 100 million vehicle miles traveled (VMT). The death rate was 24.235 out of every 100,000 population. The auto fatality rate had risen the past four years an average of 5.625%.

In spite of fierce industry resistance and reported attempts to smear the reputation of Nader, Congress passed the legislation creating the National Highway Safety Bureau, or what eventually became the National Highway Traffic Safety Administration.

The bureau’s first director, William Haddon, developed a scientific approach based on work of a Dr. John E. Gordon. The work suggested that auto accidents behaved like diseases and were dependent on three factors, the host (vehicle), the agent (driver), and the environment in which the agent and host find themselves. They sought to improve safety in all three areas.

NHTSA regulations over the years have mandated safety improvements to automobiles (host): seat and shoulder belts, head rests, energy-absorbent steering columns, rollover protection, dual brakes, shatter-resistant windshields, and improved rear lighting (a center brake light and white backup lights).

NHTSA regulations have mandated actions on human factors (agent): stricter traffic safety laws, mandatory driver’s education, more punitive drunk driving judgments, mandatory seat belt use, and child safety seats.

NHTSA guidelines have suggested environmental improvements: the addition of edge and center-line stripes and reflectors, breakaway signs and utility poles, improved median structures, improved guardrails, grooved pavements, rumble strips, and highway exit crash cushions.

What has all of this work accomplished? According to the NHTSA’s Fatality Analysis Reporting System (FARS), in 2014, the last year full statistics are available and comparing to 1967 numbers when the NHTSA began operations, there were 32,675 traffic fatalities, a 36% reduction in absolute numbers. That is 1.08% fatalities per 100 VMT or a reduction of 79%, and 10.25% per 100,000 population or a reduction of 60%. Those are inarguably impressive improvements.

Wouldn't it be great if we could accomplish progress like that with gun deaths in America?

Gun rights activists love to point out that a gun can’t act by itself, that it’s the user that makes a gun bad. As if to say, “Well, that settles it; there shouldn’t be any legislation restricting gun ownership”.

A car can’t be bad by itself either. It requires a key, fuel, registration, insurance, and occasional inspections. And you know what, that car still can’t function, because it needs a driver. It is the combination of car and driver that can make for a lethal cocktail.

However, laws have tried to mitigate the dangers. Drivers must be of a responsible age and have mandatory education. They must pass both written and physical driving tests. They must have good vision, or be restricted. They must obey the laws or be punished in some way. Most would agree these are reasonable requirements.

Shouldn’t drivers of guns demonstrate those same capabilities and good judgment? Gun control, as least sensible gun control, shouldn’t be about restricting all guns from all people. But it should be about making sure someone who is buying a gun has the judgment and good sense not to violate sensible gun management.

If you’re a responsible gun owner, you bought your guns legally, you keep your arms locked safely away from idle or illegal hands, and you’ve educated yourself on the proper operation and maintenance of your weapons. You see good reason for keeping weapons out of the hands of people who have no business owning a firearm.

Oh wait, see that right there is where there seems to be a problem. Strident gun rights activists couldn’t give two beans about those illegal or irresponsible gun owners. They don’t think there should be any kind of mandatory education for something as dangerous as a gun. They don’t think there should be any restrictions on gun ownership at all, and that makes no sense.

Yes, just as no amount of vehicle legislation can remove 100% of the risk of driving on our nation’s highways, no amount of gun control legislation will reduce wrongful firearms deaths to zero. But it could make a difference, and in your life.

If it’s your grandchild, or wife, or friend who survives today because of mandatory child safety seats or backup lights or cell phone restrictions, it’s impossible to prove. If they’re one of the 17,000 plus that were not killed on our highways in 2014 because of the passage of the NHTSA, Mr. Ryan, you can thank your lucky stars there was bipartisanship in 1966.

So Mr. McConnell, isn’t it worth trying to save a few lives from being firearms victims by adopting mandatory gun owner education, or tougher background checks, or restricting magazine sizes? Isn’t it at least reasonable to sit at the table and see what you can cooperatively create to save one life?

Make it personal. Because I can assure you, if one of your family members were to be the victim of firearm violence, thoughts and prayers, and a check from Mr. LaPierre won’t make you feel any better.

Tuesday, May 03, 2016

The Last Good Girl

The Last Good Girl (Anna Curtis, #5)The Last Good Girl by Allison Leotta
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

The Last Good Girl by Allison Leotta

Allison Leotta has received high praise and critical notice for her four previous Anna Curtis novels. With The Last Good Girl, Leotta continues to shine, examining a complex social and legal issue with compelling storytelling.

In The Last Good Girl, Leotta examines campus rape, at Tower University, an esteemed university near Detroit, Michigan.

Emily Shapiro, a freshman student at Tower, disappears after leaving a bar near campus. Dylan Highsmith, president of the Beta Psi fraternity chapter, was the last person seen with Emily. Emily had accused Dylan approximately six months earlier of drugging and raping her at a campus party. However, Dylan’s wealthy and powerful family had used their resources to blunt any hope that Emily had of receiving the justice she sought.

Anna, normally a Federal prosecutor operating out of Washington, D.C., is in Michigan, having helped her sister, Jody, out of a legal issue, and finding a new love interest, Cooper Bolden.

Anna is drafted by her boss, her prior love interest, as a special prosecutor to oversee the Shapiro investigation with the FBI as a hate crime. Beta Psi has a reputation on campus as “the rape factory”, and with Highsmith as their leader, it’s no surprise when the investigation leads Anna to their door.

Leotta’s experience as a federal prosecutor is apparent. She unfolds her story, laying out the environment ripe for campus rape and the complexities of prosecuting cases. Late reporting, reluctant witnesses, rampant alcohol usage, and rape shaming make cases hard to make and harder to prosecute. When campus administrators are determined to impede progress, it makes it nearly impossible to succeed.

But Leotta’s story is hardly a recitation of prosecutorial potholes. She writes a tight, personal story of an Anna dealing with her life and her work in a direct uncomplicated manner removed from melodrama. Anna is a sympathetic character with a backbone of steel and one you want to root for.

The investigation’s procedural elements are well-presented, tightly structured, allowing for some surprise elements that fit nicely with the facts, and leading to a satisfying resolution. The Last Good Girl is a solid story, nicely told.

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Tuesday, December 08, 2015

A Parting Kiss

It’s been nine months today since Cindy passed. And as time goes by I still remember
things about our relationship that I hadn’t thought much about since her death. Over the past week or so I’ve been thinking more about our parting kiss.

Early in our relationship, Cindy and I made sure that whenever we parted, we’d go off
with a kiss, a parting kiss. I’m sure many others do too. It was something that we made an immediate part of our daily life. We tried to never forget it.

It didn’t matter, either, where we were going or how long we’d be gone. Going to the grocery store for a gallon of milk, heading to the gas station to fill up the gas can for the mower, or going off for a week at a training seminar, we made sure we exchanged our parting kisses.

Seeing the things that can happen in the world, you just never know. No regrets, no should have dones, no I wishes - a parting kiss every time.

Truth be told, Cindy remembered it every time, and I, on a rare occasion, would let it slip my mind because I was thinking “BIG THOUGHTS”. Going to the landfill, well come on, that required intense activity of the grey matter.

However, not to fear, (see Cindy…in above paragraph), Cindy would remember for me. As I climbed in my truck and hit the garage door button to bring it on down, I would see a set of feet pass by the gap before the garage door settled firmly on the concrete floor.

Think quickly, Dave. I’d try to bluff my way through and hit the button to raise that garage door and hurry back to give her that parting kiss. I would feign surprise to find her just inside the garage door. She would laugh. She knew better.

Or on a rarer occasion, I’d actually make it part way down the driveway and detect motion in my rear view mirror. Cindy would be standing at the top of the driveway with an expectant, half-way chagrined, look on her face. She wasn’t tapping her foot, but you could see it was floating around in the back of her mind to do just that. No escape from this one, or feigning any kind of surprise. I’d back my way up the driveway and lock lips with my girl.

Whether I reopened the garage door, or reversed that truck up the driveway, it didn’t matter. I loved seeing the glee in her face and the twinkle in her eye as I got closer. I’d share with her, and enjoy, that parting kiss, and then get on with my business.

Now before I leave the house, or after I get home, I’ll talk to Cindy while gazing at a photo of her. I’ll tell her what I have going on, where I’m going, how long I expect to be gone. And I’ll feel a connection to her like we’re chatting rather than me just spouting information. 

But, the parting kiss? It’s difficult to imagine that parting kiss. I miss it a lot.

The wonderful thing about that parting kiss? Sometimes, it wasn’t a parting kiss at all. It would start out as one. But, you know, maybe that business we had wasn’t all that important anyway. Maybe this parting kiss was really where our “business” for the day belonged. 

Cindy and I would walk back into the house, because we could do parting kisses another time. Right then, passionate kisses seemed a whole lot more fun.