Boston Marathon tragedy: Reflections on patriotism and terrorism

When will this world learn that all our lives are interwoven and that nothing is resolved through violence Photo: Flag flies over the finish line of the Boston Marathon AP photo

WASHINGTON, April 16, 2013 — It’s no tea party for Bostonians today. Once again the angry animal called inhumanity opens its mouth, displays its teeth, growls and lunges, tearing the flesh of innocents and ripping the fabric of innocence.

We need to be cautious not to place blame too soon or name names or even call an explosion a bombing, although, everything indicates that’s exactly what it is. I understand that we don’t want to rush to judgment or rush to an injustice, but how long are we going to be punished for being patriots, a lovers, loyalists of America? 

Despite our faults, as any country, and for that matter we, or any friend of ours has, we remain the best friend to this world any country has ever experienced in the history of humankind. That’s what a best friend does: help, aid, assist, be there, when needed, whenever possible.

See us through the rough times, even teach us to better than we are and in turn become better people ourselves, seeing the sacrifices of others. When will this world learn that all our lives are intertwined, interwoven, symbiotic, and that nothing, NOTHING, is resolved through violence, arrogance and intimidation.

In some way, it doesn’t really matter who committed these crimes, and that’s what they are, crimes, because folks died, and they weren’t in the wrong place at the wrong time. They were doing exactly what all of us do every day, simply going about their daily lives as they count down the hours of their day, always in anticipation of tomorrow.

For too many and for far too long, tomorrow won’t come. Dreams won’t be realized. Dinners won’t be shared. Beds won’t be slept in. Anniversary cards won’t be sent. Birthday candles won’t be lit. Vows won’t be made. “I love you” won’t be spoken.

Time won’t be spent, for many Bostonians, because Time ran out, as they were running a celebrated race or they were watching loved ones nearing the finish line. It was a finish line all right, but nothing about it is right. It’s all wrong, which makes this a sad, sad, sad, sad, world.

Hug somebody, say I love you, say you’re sorry, send that card, keep that vow, and if you’re fortunate enough to blow out the candles on your cake. Hug somebody and make one more vow, just one. That is to love and thank God, or someone bigger than yourself, that you can. And live.


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