Today, three lives ended, dozens more were maimed and thousands were changed. I read the news and everyone proclaims such shock at unspeakable horrors; Click onto Facebook.com and endless statuses are speechless, except for the thought of “how could this happen” or “why would someone do this”. I sat on the train as the news broke and all I heard was cliché after cliché, catchlines of disbelief, astonishments of vain suffering
It is so difficult to be an honest voice in a moment of tragedy. Because, when I hear about a Boston marathon, a Newtown senselessness, a September eleventh catastrophe, I don’t wallow in the pity of the subtle suffering of American tragedies, I immediately force myself to think in realms of global perspective. Because I think that it is sweet that when a few of our own die, the viral nation comes together in mock solidarity against unspeakable atrocities, but the truth is that our fallen are but a microcosm of the realities facing a world we so easily exploit yet take no responsibility for.
Today: Fifty-five killed, 300+ injured in a series of explosions. Forty civilians killed in targeted attacks by a corrupt government. At least twenty-nine dead and fifty-eight injured in one suicide blast. Twenty-five children dead in targeted air and chemical attacks. Thirty-seven killed and hundreds injured in yet another earthquake.
The numbers above are only a small amount of those taken daily around this world yet only today do I hear sorrow on the tongues of those who are crying and hearthbroken over three individuals who share the burden of the rest of the world.
I do not condone nor make light of the events that occurred hours from my hometown, in a city I have often visited and often loved. But what I do condemn is the shock and disbelief of a righteous people who habitually acknowledge only that which occurs at the tip of their nose yet hold no true regard for the lives taken as a result of that righteousness, as a result of the greedy necessity of our comforts.
Personally, I am neither surprised nor distressed about the events of today, though I am saddened. But, most of all, I am angry…in a complex way that I cannot seem to comprehend. Any senseless loss of life is just that…senseless, and stupid. What I cannot understand, and what I fear I might never will, is how can the people of this nation claim to bleed such compassion towards humanity and the atrocities of our commonplace habits yet often know nothing about and care nothing about the real perils the bulk of mankind must live with daily at our expense, at the expense of our luxuries and greed, of our obtuse obsessions?
What truly bothers me about the events in Boston today is how we could, still, be so collectively ignorant to our hypocrisy.