I’ve started and restarted this entry several times, and I can’t seem to start it appropriately. I’ve been watching and listening to coverage about the bombings at the Boston Marathon. Even though it’s not on the same scale as 9/11 with planes versus buildings, or the number of people injured and murdered, it has a very similar feel to me. Someone suffocated their own soul in order to cause as much fear and damage as they could on a day of celebration in one of our nation’s most famous and beloved cities.
An 8 year old child died today in the explosions. A child the same age as my youngest daughter. Someone doesn’t get to bring home their baby tonight. I don’t want to imagine that.
People were having limbs amputated on the scene because otherwise, they would have died. And this is only beginning. It’s only been four hours.
Thank God there was already a virtual army of first responders, medical personnel, and police officers.
But don’t you know that in my Facebook feed there are already people almost taking delight, it seems, over how things like this happen multiple times daily in other parts of the world. The insinuation being, of course, that this happens on a large scale in war-riddled parts of the world and we not only barely notice but if we notice then we don’t care. That all of those lives lost, maimed, and traumatized are somehow… I don’t know what. But I find it self-serving and obnoxious. It’s like saying, “Why are you so upset? You don’t have a right to be upset about this unless you’re also upset and passionate about this when it happens anywhere else in the world! You’re a hypocrite if you’re upset about this! Especially if you don’t know anyone in Boston!”
Well, of course this hits closer to home. It IS HOME. People we know and love participate in the Boston Marathon and attend Boston Red Sox games. They come from all over the country to participate. People walk around the city before these events to get a feel for the city or to look for parking or just to walk from their lodgings to the events. Boston is everyone’s city. If you haven’t been to Boston as an American, you’ve at least been to a city much like it. You know someone who has been there or lived there or gone to school there. You’ve attended a sporting even there. You’ve gone to the theater or a concert there. It’s pubs and hockey and so much more.
This sort of thing doesn’t happen here in every day life. It’s not expected. OF COURSE we’re upset. This shouldn’t be a way of life anywhere, and it’s not a way of life here.
The people at this event were from every area of the country and nearly every walk of life. The Boston Marathon is one of those symbols of America. Just like baseball and emotional patriotism (oh hey, Boston Red Sox game tonight as well as Patriot’s Day, remember?). This was personal.
I’m not sure how I’m going to explain this to the girls. It’s not as if we haven’t had enough practice breaking other bad news to them. They’re not allowed to watch the news, so they won’t be allowed to watch continuing coverage. Luckily it’s not a school week either so other children at school won’t be bringing it up and I’ll have some time to figure things out. It’s not like we really know what’s going on yet… no one has taken responsibility for the bombs and any leads haven’t been publicized. We just don’t know, and we don’t even know if it’s terrorism and if it is, if it’s home grown or international.
For now I’ll just hug them bunches and tell them how much I love them. I’m sure they’ll squirm away and tell me how weird and embarrassing I am. I’ll then point out that I’m not the one who clips barrettes to my lip and then can’t get them off, even though I’ve done that more than once. Well not RECENTLY, right???
- Fake Boston Marathon donation Twitter account suspended (globalnews.ca)
- Boston Bruins game postponed after Boston Marathon explosions (sbnation.com)
- Multiple Explosions at Boston Marathon… Developing (homelandsecurityus.com)