By Roy Steele
The 117th Boston Marathon was dedicated to the victims of the Newtown massacre. There was 26 seconds of silence prior to the start of the race, and the 26 mile marker of the marathon reminded participants of the 26 children and their teachers that were fatally gunned down in December.
We move from one tragedy to another - and our nation’s thoughts and prayers are devoted to the victims of Boston’s senseless tragedy, and my heart goes out to the Boston marathon bombing victims and their families.
I can’t fathom why anyone would resort to senseless violence under any circumstances, whether the weapon is a fist or a gun or a bomb or a keyboard. It’s beyond my comprehension what motivates any individual or group to inflict harm on anyone, let alone innocent strangers.
As I watched media coverage of the bombing on television, I was gratified that most of the reporters and major news networks were restrained with their commentary. It wasn’t true of all the coverage, but most were fair. For the most part they were reticent to speculate, and that’s a good thing.
Then there were those who were compelled to resort to racial profiling. Pity the poor Saudi man who was burned and injured by the bomb. Shame on any member of the press that felt the need to report that he was being questioned by the police. He was a victim of violence, like so many others, and I found the speculation offensive.
I thought we’re all “innocent until proven guilty”. Isn’t that one of the great ideals embodied by our democracy? Another one of those ideals is the notion that “we’re all created equal”. We know that’s a joke, and I guess being innocent until proven guilty is a joke too.
Things aren’t like they used to be in this country, and that’s not a joke, it’s a travesty.
I’m not harkening back to the “olden days”, I’m thinking of a time when principles and ideals mattered.
I’m thinking of a time when murders and violence didn’t dominate the evening news.
I’m remembering a time when we could walk down the street without being accosted and asked for money.
I’m reminiscing about a time when religious leaders opened their hearts and church doors to everyone in a community, while offering an outstretched hand to those in need.
I’m recalling a time when politicians were responsive to the people they represent.
There was a time when we didn’t have to worry about being gunned down when we went to school, or went to the movies, and we didn’t think about bombs when we attended a community event.
Granted - it was the “olden days” when our government would enact laws to put an end to senseless violence, and sadly - that’s in our country’s past.
Does it strike anyone else as odd, that the political party devoted to what they call the “right to life”, is doing everything in it’s power to block any laws to protect the lives of those who are living?
I guess we don’t believe in life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness anymore.
We’ll remember Boston and Newtown and Aurora and Tucson, and those lives cut short by violence. If these tragedies were to teach us anything, we would treasure the lives of those who are living, and do everything in our power to preserve everyone’s right to live.
Like they used to do in the olden days.
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