Terror

It’s been a heck of a week, hasn’t it? From the terrorist attack at the Boston marathon to the explosion at the plant in Texas to the crazy shootout last night in Boston. It warms my heart to see people banding together. To hear the stories from Boston of people running toward the blast to help. To hear the tales from Texas of people climbing from the rubble of their own home and heading toward the blast zone to help. This is what makes us human. We see tragedy, we see terror and we respond with love.

That’s not to say there isn’t division. Contention, disagreement, shoving of political agenda, it all comes too. It breaks my heart to see people compare bombings with shootings so casually as if either one is okay at all. It saddens me to watch the arguments as to whether the bombing is a terrorist attack or not based on the race/religion/creed of the perpetrator.

Times like these, hard times, bad times, bring out the best and worst in humanity. They sharpen what is at the forefront of our thoughts and minds. They bring out the strongest traits in us, be that compassion, love, and healing or division, anger, and wounding.

I won’t compare a bombing to a shooting to an accident to determine what should be banned, what should be controlled, or what should be taken away. I won’t participate in belittling the lives lost to progress or suppress any agenda. They are tragedies, each and every one. Each person wounded or killed, deserves to be remembered in honor and love. And the ones deliberately perpetrated by humans against other humans? Those are terrorist attacks, each and every one.

A terrorist isn’t defined by skin color, race, religion, creed, ethnicity, or anything other than their desire and action to hurt others in such a way as to inspire terror in others still. The Boston Marathon bombing was an act of terror – whether the enemy is foreign or domestic doesn’t matter – the only intent of that bomb was to maim, kill, and terrify people.

What can we do in the face of the depravity that seems to abound these days? All we can do is seek to remain human. To continue to respond to each and every incident with love and compassion for the victims. To remain uncompromising in our dedication to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

~The Countess~

 

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About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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