School mas­sacre hits close to Scott’s home

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The mas­sacre in New­town, Conn., really hit close to home when my wife’s brother, Wes Brown, an es­teemed jazz mu­si­cian and mu­sic pro­fes­sor who lives in Amherst, Mass., sent her an alarming text mes­sage last week with the worst kind of news.

A fel­low mu­si­cian’s daugh­ter, Ana Mar­quezGreene, just 6 years old, was killed with 19 other in­no­cent chil­dren and six teach­ers at the Sandy Hook Ele­men­tary School, Wes wrote. vou see Wes, a very tal­ented in­stru­men­tal­ist and vo­cal­ist who’s vis­ited our Mel­rose Park home on sev­eral oc­ca­sions with his own mu­si­cally gifted chil­dren, had some­times per­formed with Ana’s fa­ther, Jimmy Greene, an ac­claimed sax­o­phon­ist and mu­sic pro­fes­sor, too.

Jimmy, a Hart­ford, Conn., na­tive and his wife, Nelba Mar­quez-Greene, who grew up in Puerto Rico, are grad­u­ates of the rniver­sity of Hart­ford. They are be­yond dev­as­tated and so is their son, Isa­iah, a third-grader who es­caped the car­nage at the school. vet, they have re­ceived sus­te­nance from the me­mory of their beloved Ana, a very pretty, gin­ger-toned girl with a con­ta­gious smile, ex­ud­ing ex­cep­tional spir­i­tu­al­ity and unadul­ter­ated love.

Isa­iah, in fact, was ex­tremely close to his sis­ter who was so tal­ented mu­si­cally, but most notably, ex­traor­di­nar­ily em­pa­thetic, leav­ing joy­ous notes of ap­pre­ci­a­tion un­der the pil­lows of her par­ents — and not just for spe­cial oc­ca­sions. The love that Ana re­ceived, she re­turned with re­mark­able an­gelic in­ten­sity. A record­ing of the sis­ter and brother has ap­peared all over the Web and on tele­vi­sion since the tragedy, seated at a pi­ano and singing the church hymn, “Come Thou Almighty King,” an es­pe­cially po­tent mes­sage dur­ing this hol­i­day sea­son.

Fa­ther Jimmy had even com­posed a very mov­ing jazz song in Ana’s name for an al­bum or LP that he pro­duced a few years back. I lis­tened to its deep sSLULWuDOLWy fiOOHG wLWK soar­ing sax­o­phone melodies that rep­re­sented lit­tle Ana’s bound­less love of life and her fam­ily, rePLQGLQJ PH RI D EuWWHUfly fluWWHULQJ RQ SuIIs RI wLQG in sunny, clear-blue skies. vet, there is a cer­tain pro­found­ness and cere­bral mes­sage that must lead to ur­gent ac­tion.

First, no mat­ter how much a tragedy like this hurts, Ana’s song and life im­plores us to NOT hate the killer for his ter­ri­ble deeds. In fact, we must seek to un­der­stand the tor­ment that drove him to kill so many in­no­cent chil­dren and their heroic teach­ers. The men­tally ill sim­ply must be given much bet­ter ac­cess to ef­fec­tive and long-last­ing treat­ment pro­grams.

AQG wH PusW fiQDOOy WDNH le­gal and eco­nomic ac­tion to ban as­sault weapons, PE­RIOD. In­vest­ment en­ti­ties, in­clud­ing re­tire­ment plans and com­mon ci­ti­zens, must di­vest from ANv or­ga­ni­za­tion that di­rectly or in­di­rectly per­pet­u­ates the ex­pan­sion of as­sault weapons. I am sick and tired of the non­sen­si­cal ar­gu­ments of the pro-gun lobby. I am not only sick­ened by the chil­dren and teach­ers killed in the Con­necti­cut sub­urbs, but also of the thou­sands of young black men mur­dered an­nu­ally by each other on the streets of many Amer­i­can ur­ban cen­ters day in and day out.

Mean­while, the stom­ach­turn­ing elec­tronic games of PuUGHU DQG SHUYHUsH fiOPs on tele­vi­sion and in the­aters have in­fected our so­ci­ety, most notably our chil­dren, to in­com­pre­hen­si­ble depths. Adam Lanza, ac­cord­ing to re­cent me­dia re­ports, iso­lated him­self in his room for hours play­ing “shoot­ing” games and ab­horred even the hu­man touch. The dele­te­ri­ous me­dia im­pact on such psy­cho­log­i­cally frag­ile peo­ple is clearly mon­strous. On top of that, a very re­cent report in­di­cates Adam was en­raged that his mother Nancy, whom he killed be­fore turn­ing the high-pow­ered weapons on the school vic­tims and him­self Dec. 14, planned to com­mit him to a men­tal fa­cil­ity.

I won­der if Adam’s mother had acted ear­lier and fo­cused more on ex­pos­ing her son to pos­i­tive mu­sic and spir­i­tu­al­ity, in­stead of guns, if they would be alive to­day as well as Ana and the other souls. In so many sad ways, there was no REAL mu­sic in Adam Lanza’s life. Per­haps, now, wherHYHU AGDP Ls, KH FDQ fiQDOOy be touched by Ana’s song.

In fact, Ana’s fam­ily ear­lier sent out th­ese telling words about their dar­ling child who is now free to the heavens af­ter funeral ser­vices on Satur­day, Dec. 22: “In a mu­si­cal fam­ily, her gift for melody, pitch and rhythm stood out re­mark­ably. And she never walked any­where — her mode of trans­porta­tion was dance. She danced from room to room and place to place,” the fam­ily wrote. “She danced to all the mu­sic she heard, whether in air or in her head. Ana loved her God, loved to read the Bi­ble and loved to sing and dance as acts of wor­ship.”

To ac­cess au­dio-vis­ual ma­te­rial con­cern­ing this story, see WKH HuI­fiQJWRQ 3RsW wHEsLWH DW: KWWS://www.KuI­fiQJWRQ­post.comL2012L12L17Ljim­my­greene-daugh­ter-ana-new­town-mas­sacre_n_2318360. html.

Don ‘Og­be­wii’ Scott, a Mel­rose Park res­i­dent, can be reached at dscott9703@aol. com.

Don­ald Scott

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