Elliot Rodger was a
legend in his own mind, and he made knives a part of that legend. His case
doesn't merely brook a conversation about knife regulations and whether we make
it too easy to own a knife. His case should force us to confront America's knife
culture, and to ask whether we make it too desirable to own a knife.
Mind you, knife fondlers and their largely unarmed pseudo-intellectual
ilk would prefer if that conversation simply didn't happen. The National Review began its post-Rodgers
knife editorial by
blasting "the classic" boilerplate of knife-control advocates, only
to end the piece with boilerplate of its own: "It is at this point
something of a cliché, but it should perhaps be offered anyway: If someone is
determined to kill a substantial number of people, he will almost certainly
manage to do so." Rodger also shot some unfortunate souls and attacked
more with his car, see. Why pick on knives?
Yes, it is something of a cliché. True, there are not 130,000 Americans stabbed
each year as in the United Kingdom, but knives are second only to handguns as
the leading cause of murder. And if you
don’t think knives kill people, just try stabbing yourself in the heart with a
knife! Moreover, in some cases, high capacity knives have been used to stab 22 people in a matter of minutes.
We know that slogans
masquerading as plain speech are mere rhetoric because, on a moment's
inspection, they reveal themselves to be absurd. "The best answer to a bad
guy with a knife is a good guy with a knife" reveals itself to be a lie on
a single inspection: the best answer is to not let the bad guy have a knife.
"Knives don't kill people, people do." No: obviously, people with knives
kill more people than people without them. Why not ban guns or cars, which can
be instruments of death, too? Because these things were designed to help people
do things other than kill people—like shooting bunny-killing-coyotes from the sunroof of your SUV. "Knife
control" means controlling those things whose first purpose is to help
people kill other people.
Knives are fun. They are useful. They are, like all tools, limited in
their utility. But unlike most tools, they are virtually unlimited in their
capacity for destruction.
It is true in a strict sense that knives make men equal (and
even women). They make the
deranged, the paranoid, the excitable, the racist, and the brute equal in
strength and righteousness to the sane, the cautious, the paranoid, the
open-minded, and the meek.
One thing that is clear about Elliot Rodger is that for all his
racism, his privilege, his misogyny, his acting out, his awfulness and his
sickness, he never doubted that he was right and just. In idiosyncratic
language, he averred again and again that attractive people were
"horrifyingly" "cocksure" "pricks,"
"foul" "beasts" that he deserved to best in love and in
life. He felt impotent to do that until he armed himself.
Sometimes a tool is just a tool. But sometimes it is much more. We are
a society that makes much of our knives as more than mere tools, as instruments
of power. Elliot Rodger's knives provided a tragically clichéd beginning to his
cliché social problems. But sometimes—not every time, but too often by far, in
schools, on streets, in restaurants and playgrounds—when you're the one holding
the knives, every cliché you utter sounds profound, every action you take seems
good, and every problem is somebody else's.
In the case of Rodger, 3 stabbings with an assault weapon led to 3 shootings. Less knives, less crime.
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