You did this.

Every time I see a lawmaker tweet about the shooting, I think to myself:

You did this.

You did this when you refused to let the CDC research gun violence and blocked an assault rifle ban. You did this every time you refuse to pass laws that protect LGBTQIA+ people. You did this when people died at Columbine, Virginia Tech, Sandy Hook, Aurora, Charleston, San Bernardino, and did nothing at all except offer thoughts and prayers.

Every time I see Republicans talk about the shooting, I think to myself:

You did this.

You did this when you complained about “political correctness.” You did this when you said “people are too sensitive.” You did this when you said you would take a gun into the bathroom to protect yourself against trans people.

Every time I see a someone call this an act of “radical Islamic” terrorism, I think to myself:

You did this.

You did this when you supported a war that had no place or purpose to exist. You did this when you supported a candidate that called for temporarily banning all Muslim immigration. You did this every time you look at a Muslim out of the corner of your eye and grimace in disgust, excluding them and othering them.

You gave him the gun and you — not a religion — gave him permission to be a bigot. You pushed him and those like him away, and you gave him the gun and told him, “It’s okay; we don’t care when school children get shot, so why would we care about the gays?”

I woke up to four notifications telling me friends were safe in Orlando. I woke up to news that my home of Central Florida was home to the deadliest shooting in United States history.

I woke up tired.