I shudder when hearing news about someone intentionally trying to inflict harm, breed fear and to snuff out life. Who wouldn’t? How sick in the mind do you have to be to plant four bombs timed to go off when the largest mass of people will cross the finish line of a prestigious marathon? I grieve with those parents who lost their eight year old son in such a horrific and wretched way.
At the same time, it saddens me to write that the three lives lost tragically yesterday at the Boston Marathon are worth far more media attention than the 120+ lives of those killed in yesterday’s bombings in Iraq, 7.8 magnitude earthquake in Iran & Pakistan or the suicide attacks in Somalia. I’m sure I’ve missed out on several large acts of violence. I had to literally dig deep inside the bowels of a popular international news website to even find out about the ones listed here. Frickin’ Western media! Have we become too numb to care about the gruesome conflicts facing our brothers and sisters in the Middle East and Africa? If we are honest, are those lives worth just a little less to us? Is it that we have better, more colorful and dramatic smartphone footage of Boston? Or deep down, do we like the Hollywood idea of the plot, an suspenseful FBI investigation, “good guys” catching the “bad guys”?
Please, I beg you not receive this post as insensitive or offensive. There is a time to grieve the heinous attack on Boston. My point is that I want to teach my son and first and foremost myself to always remember that all life is sacred. Whether we were born in a developing country or were lucky enough to be born in the West.
Today, I grieve with all those sleepless, red-eyed mamas in Boston, Iraq, Iran, Pakistan, Somalia (see pic below), not to forget those in Syria who have lost equally precious babies in equally senseless acts of terror.