There’s a really excellent for today’s title but on my
way over to the desk to sit at the keyboard and type this, I forgot it. I’m
thinking if I sit very still and listen very hard (aside
from hearing Robert Plant), the Universe, which knows everything,
will share the reason with me, though so far all I’ve been getting is a faint
and softly-muted, “Dude, I’ve got nothin’!”
And so it goes, I fear. I’ve been watching a news stream
fill with stories of the testimony in the penalty phase of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev
and his role in the Boston Marathon Murders (that’s what they are/were and I’m
tired of all the talkarounds) and ensuing carnage. It’s reported he is now expressing
true remorse for his actions.
Well, as long as he says he’s sorry, I don’t know why we
just can’t call it square and move on except, as it turns out, people died and
many others were hurt, so moving on doesn’t even get a second much less any
discussion. And in the torrent of words that has spilled out about and from
this trial since the day it started, that keeps getting forgotten and for the life of me I don’t know how
or why.
Speaking of life
that was what was taken from Martin
Richard who never saw his ninth birthday. So while I fully
understand ‘love the sinner but hate the sin’ at least at the theoretic level, being
the father of two (now adult) children, no sale here, Dzokhar. Not even close.
I don’t see a confused young man under the influence of a
zealot older brother. I see two ingrates, rescued from the horrors of war in
their own country and through the kindness of strangers able to start anew in
the Land of Opportunity, who repaid freely-given kindness with curses and
contempt, attempting to bite the hand that fed them for ideological reasons and
instead hurting flesh and blood human beings. I can’t help but believe he really
is sorry; sorry he didn’t kill more innocents.
Close his book and turn the page, no matter what
happens now.
-bill kenny
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