8 Notes on the Boston Marathon Bombing
- I first found out about the Boston Marathon bombings while I was on my way out of one class and on the way to another. There’s something fundamentally weird about hearing of a probable terrorist attack through your ESPN app. When I arrived at my next class, the instructor asked us all to forget about the events in Boston for an hour and a half and try and focus on the course material at hand. It was impossible. I was able to make it through most of the class passing between the readings and coverage of the events, but I lost it while reading a tweet about marathon runners continuing to run to Mass General to donate blood. I think the professor saw me.
- After class, I purchased a six-pack of Sam Adams and T.G.I. Fridays-brand potato skins for dinner. It seemed like a stoic move at the time, a way to show support for such a beloved and beleaguered city while proclaiming my Americanism. I’m now not so sure about it.
- Also around that time, as Sherman Ave co-editor I published this article, which had been written several days earlier by one of our writers. The idea being that not only was Sherman Ave ill-equipped to write about an event of this nature, but also that moments of chaos and fear required reminders of structure and humor. At the time I was not so sure about it, but now I believe it was the right thing to do.
- If Sherman Ave stops being heinous, then the terrorists have won.
- My high school prom date currently lives four blocks away from the blast-site, a location she often frequents. The sudden transition within myself from expressing general sympathy for the city and its victims to realizing my direct connection to a potential bystander surprised me. Thankfully, she is safe.
- The phrase “death toll rising” doesn’t mean much until you watch the number of dead and wounded rise on CNN.
- While I know that 9/11 was of a completely different magnitude and nature, I believe that my experience regarding yesterday’s bombing helped me to empathize with the emotions my parents and others must have felt on the morning of September 11th. In fourth grade, I had no real conception of what made the people around me so scared. But now I think I can understand a bit better the utter shock and fear that penetrated the nation after perceiving for the first time as an adult the consequences of not feeling safe as a peaceful citizen in your own nation. After 9/11 I was aware of the implications of a domestic attack, but never realized them until watching the disruption and terror from video footage of Copley Square on Patriot’s Day.
- I don’t pray. But I would if it would ensure that the world would never again suffer a concerted effort to kill and maim its innocent civilians.