From Boston With Love

We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another. ~Jonathan Swift


Like everyone else with the semblance of a heart in America, I was horrified and deeply saddened at the news of the Boston Marathon bombings. That even one life was lost is gut-wrenching; that one of the dead was an 8-year-old child who will never grow up makes it moreso. The worst part is? These acts of evil are becoming regularities. We expect them; when a week goes by without some mass killing or shooting we breathe a collective sigh of relief. We have become jaded in our outlook, and rehearsed in our platitudes for the dead and wounded.

When does this end? The sad part is, it may never. People like to point fingers at each other, at amorphous “groups.” The media. Democrats. Republicans. Violent video games or Hollywood movies. Absentee families. Pointed words are exchanged, Congressional hearings are held, reams of paper are wasted on how these tragedies might have been prevented. Then, we merely move on to the next horrific loss of life. Nothing is ever really done, and the grieving family and friends are left to grieve.

I don’t personally believe there’s any “magic wand” solution for this terrible trend. We live in an overpopulated, overstimulated, and increasingly impersonal world. Yet we still must find a way to co-exist and live alongside one another. Is it not then inevitable that murder, rape, and violence are with us to stay?

My answer is “no.” Like a plant, the solution must begin with roots. Bad roots will nurture bad trees. Children who are not taught empathy and concern for others are probably more likely to engage in violent behavior. When I see pictures of these murderers and terrorists, they don’t immediately strike me as nice warm-and-fuzzy kinds of people. I see emptiness in their eyes; a terrible void in their souls. Am I saying they might not have grown up to kill had they gotten more hugs as children? Well, yes and no. Parents need to be involved in their children’s lives. TV and video games are not acceptable alternatives to real parenting. It does not strike me as coincidence that many, if not all, of these shooters were alienated from their families.

I have no idea who is behind the bombings in Boston. I do hope whoever it is receives swift justice. What we, as the innocent bystanders, must do is to respond with love instead of hate or, worse, indifference. When some of us are attacked, we are all attacked. We can’t bury our heads in the sand and say things such as “At least it wasn’t here” or “I didn’t know any of those people.” Like it or not, we are all in this crazy world together. We may not always be able to love each other, but the least we can do is try.

Here’s a good place to start if you’re in or around Boston tonight, or even if you’re not. Please keep the victims and their families in your thoughts and prayers.

~ by Howlin' Mad Heather on April 15, 2013.

3 Responses to “From Boston With Love”

  1. Well said. Thanks.

  2. Reblogged this on Jorda's Blog.

  3. Real and poignant. I share many if the same sentiments.

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