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And then, there is the awful destruction--as in the Boston
bombings--which comes not from the immense power of nature, but from human agency:
from human cruelty, sociopathy, murderous
ideology.
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I haven't posted anything, in this space, since the
traumatic events of April, in Massachusetts.
A few nights after the Marathon bombings--the grotesque, inhuman,
evil acts which were committed--I hosted
my weekly radio program, and spoke at some length about what had happened. Earlier that evening, the video and still
images of the suspects had been released.
The next night, there was the battle in Watertown, following
the murder of the MIT police officer.
A transit officer was also, of course, gravely wounded, in Watertown.
I remained in front of the TV all night (more than 200 miles
away, in northern New Jersey), watching
the events in Watertown.
The following week, I spoke a bit more, on my program, about
the bombings, and their aftermath. Yet
my words, that evening, felt to me inadequate.
Seven weeks later, I remain just staggered by what took
place, continue to feel great sadness about the deaths, and the grievous
injuries which were inflicted.
I grew up just outside of Boston, my father lives less than
a few miles from where the bombings occurred, and I have talked often, with
family, and friends, about the events of April. During that time I have tried to write a few posts about that
which took place, but the words, on paper, have also seemed inadequate, and I
have put the writing aside.
Yet while I have felt a kind of paralysis, in seeking to
write about the terrible events in Boston, and their aftermath, I watch, with great admiration, and awe, as those
who were directly affected, who were so deeply traumatized (those who lost
loved ones, or lost limbs--and those who were otherwise wounded, in both
physical or emotional ways), have made clear their determination to move
forward: that they are resuming, or
seeking to resume--with bravery and fortitude--the course of their lives.
