Given our upcoming posting, Eric and I keep a close eye out for news about Iraq – sadly, usually bombings. Yesterday morning, in the lead up to the country’s first elections since the US troops left, we read about scores of people killed throughout the country from various car bombs and IEDs; I was somewhat alarmed to read that one of them was at a checkpoint en route to the Baghdad airport. Because of Iraq’s current political situation, these reports are upsetting, but not entirely unexpected.
I was much more surprised when Eric texted me in the afternoon about explosions at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. I always feel so blindsided by this sort of violence ripping through something so celebratory – which I’m sure is exactly the intended effect.
In the end, though, whether Baghdad or Boston, this kind of violence is horrifying and senseless. People want to shop at markets, and run through city streets, and cheer and laugh and generally live their lives. The kind of people who go to such crazy lengths to disrupt our collective humanness defy any kind of understanding.
It would be nice, though, that since our hearts are all in Boston today, they could be in Iraq or Pakistan tomorrow.