Dad shoots, critically wounds 6-year-old son; two daughter abducted and shot, one found dead (Tulare County, California)

Dad HECTOR CELAYA shot his 6-year-old son, critically wounding him. He shot and killed his own mother and two uncles as well. He then abducted his 5- and 8-year-old daughters. Turns out they had been shot too, one fatally. 

Notice who is conspicuous by her absence--the mother of these children.

Yet another male family annihilator--and a "missing" mother--and the nation hardly even notices anymore. That's how numb we have become to men's violence, especially father violence. 

Did guns facilitate this massacre? Absolutely. It's unlikely Killer Daddy could have created this much carnage with a pocket knife. 

http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-tule-river-grief-20121223,0,2808893.story

Tulare County tribe stunned by slayings

Hector Celaya killed his mother, two uncles and daughter and injured two others on the Tule River Indian Reservation before killing himself. 'The happy people' are united in tears. 5 dead, 2 hurt in attack at Tulare County Indian reservation

By Diana Marcum, Los Angeles Times

December 22, 2012, 3:15 a.m.

TULE RIVER INDIAN RESERVATION — This is a sovereign land of otherworldly beauty. Mist spills down a valley that winds from the giant sequoias to the elderberry and oak of the Sierra foothills. Stars in a black night sky seem as close as the candles that have been lighted in vigil during this tribe's darkest moment.

 For nearly two weeks, Yokut tribal members have been coming to the Church on the Hill, lighting candles. The gatherings began spontaneously Dec. 8, the night Hector Celaya, 31, killed his mother and two uncles, critically wounded Andrew, his 6-year-old son, and sped off in a Jeep with his two daughters, Alyssa, 8, and Linea, 5.

"We held hands tight and we just prayed and prayed for those little girls," said tribal member Shawn Gonzales, who works at the reservation's health center.

Tulare County sheriff's deputies chased Celaya at low speeds, but he kept driving. At 2 a.m. in a citrus grove in Lindsay, Calif. — about 30 miles from the reservation — the Jeep stopped. Officers heard shots. They fired at Celaya.

He was struck multiple times, but the coroner concluded that the gunshot to his head was self-inflicted. Linea survived a gunshot to the head. She is in fair condition at a local hospital. Alyssa's autopsy showed that her father shot her at the reservation and she bled to death as he drove.

She was buried last week in a grave that the men dug by hand and the women covered with flowers, in accordance with Tule River tribe tradition.

Since 1933, the bells of the reservation's oldest church have rung out whenever a community member died. The day after the attack, the bells tolled all day. 

At one of the many vigils that have followed, 7-year-old Dakota Heggie, the associate minister's son, rode his new green bicycle around the circle of candles. A sheepdog everyone calls Little Norman (because he belongs to Norman, who lives across the street) bounded after Dakota, and they wrestled on the grass.

Mike Carrillo, the tribe's community support officer and a Vietnam War veteran, watched the dog and boy play. "It always continues," he said. "Life continues." Carrillo, 66, confessed he's not one for religion. His source of strength since the shootings has been Nettie, Celaya's grandmother.

"Her grandson killed her children and shot his own children. The grief in her eyes as she took it in was unbelievable. But her manner of standing. She held herself. She would not crumble."

In front of the candles, two teens beat out a rhythm with clap sticks. An older woman, with a voice that seemed to travel to the farthest hill, sang an ancient song of grief in the Yokut language.

Roxanne Carrillo, the minister and Mike's cousin, opened the doors to the church, where services freely mix elements of Catholicism, evangelical Christianity and native traditions. The lights blazed, there was hot coffee and country songs spilled out the doors. As they entered, people swayed to "That's What I Love about Sunday."

Carrillo, who believes there is a God who can create good even out of evil, preached that it was time to let go of squabbles and draw together.

"We don't understand and we don't know why, so what we need to do is lean on each other. We have two children to pray for and a family that needs our strength."

A woman in the front row began to sob. A woman in the row behind stood and wrapped her arms around her. People from the third row wrapped their arms around them.

Carrillo stopped preaching and joined the huddle. She cried the longest.

"I ask you, Father God, for a way to give comfort.... We've come across the enemy who steals our happiness," she prayed.

Dakota stomped out of the church, arms crossed on his chest, tears on his face. He plopped on the grass, an arm thrown over Little Norman.