This blog post wasn’t planned, but it’s one of those times when I need to vent and share my thoughts with everyone who reads this.
I go to school right outside of Boston, and I was so jealous when everyone was posting about the Boston Marathon because I’ve never been, and how cool is it to greet people who just put their heart and soul into the race? I saw pictures on Twitter and Facebook of people at my school cheering people on and of the runners who were about to finish.
Then I started seeing different things on my newsfeeds: “don’t go on the Green Line,” “explosions at the finish line.” Of course, I was confused, because I’m in South Africa and most of my daily information of what’s going on at school/home comes from checking my email and going on social networks. Then I started seeing news articles being posted and so many Facebook statuses saying “don’t worry” and “I’m okay” and “Pray for Boston.” It didn’t take long for me to figure out the rest of the story.
A few weeks back I posted an entry about tragedy. About how there was a fire in the township that I volunteer in. How I don’t understand why things like this have to happen to innocent people. And that was an accident—a fire that got out of control. But this was planned. Someone put those bombs in trashcans at the marathon with the intention of hurting people. Killing people.
Why? That’s all I have to say, and that’s all that’s been on my mind.
Last night I was at a pub and the televisions were broadcasting the news in Boston. My second home was on a television in South Africa. All I could think about is how devastating it was, and how I was probably one of the only people in that room who felt that way. Sure, the locals have heard of Boston, but I know people there. My friends were there, my teammates were there, my classmates were there.
As far as I know, everyone I know is okay, but I can’t imagine what’s going on with everyone else. Innocent people with limbs missing. Runners who just finished a marathon, now wondering if they will ever walk again. People who just wanted to support the runners and see them finish the race. People dead.
I was never one of those people who said that they’ve lost faith in humanity, but it makes me wonder. How many bombings? How many shootings? How many people are going to have to die and suffer for me to actually lose faith? We as a country can only take so many blows. It’s just sad. And there is good in the world, we know that, but there’s been a lot of bad lately.
I also mentioned this on Twitter, but I am not happy with people retweeting and reblogging (on Tumblr) pictures of the incident. There is nothing wrong with reposting something that says “Pray for Boston” on it, but I do not like seeing pictures of people with no legs bleeding on the side of the street. That is inappropriate. News articles have described the scene of the incident, and personally, that is enough for me. I think that it’s extremely rude to reblog a picture of someone crying over a bloody corpse and gifs of the explosions around people. Would you reblog a gif of someone in a mass shooting being killed? Or a picture of someone who was shot lying on the ground? Probably not.
I wish I could be home right now. I want to hug my friends and family, and be there for them. I want them to know that everything is going to be okay. Lesley is a strong community. Boston is a strong community. We will get through this, but it can’t be done unless it’s done together. We need to set the example of goodness.
Thank you for reading and putting up with my rants.
‘Til next time,