Spoiled! Oblivious! Lucky!
Those are three words the come to mind when I think of the Boston Marathon.
It was three years ago the bombing took place. Three were murdered by terrorist bombs – hundreds injured and maimed – some quite badly losing limbs. Ah, the tragedy of it all.
Remember the response — the “shelter in” – the tons of police parading up and down stairways in full armored gear or pointing their machine guns at roof tops — the press briefings with the politicians and law people elbowing each other out of the way to get some “air time” for themselves. All expressing the outrage that some fiends would do such a thing to us on one of our holidays.
Lost in all this is the obliviousness of what is happening in the rest of the world especially those places in the Muslim world where they have become routine. I know Paris and Brussels have been attacked by Muslim terrorists since that time. As bad as they are they pale in comparison to the ongoing events in the Muslim world.
I think of how spoiled we are to react with such outrage that someone would dare do this to us without giving a second thought to the thousands of others whose lives are continuously being shattered by such bombings elsewhere.
Spoiled and I guess lucky to be living in this country where such attacks are so infrequent that the memory of the most recent one is three years old rather than three days old.
It is not that we are being well protected by our protectors; for such things as the Marathon Terrorist Attack is something that cannot be prevented without some type of foreknowledge. Some will suggest we had that in this case. True. If the FBI handled it better and let the other members of the Joint Terrorism Task Force (JTTF) in on the information that Tamerlan Tsarnaev was suspected by the Russian of being involved in terrorism something different might have happened. But that’s not the way the FBI operates — the idea behind the JTTFs is not to share information but to make sure the FBI knows what information others have so that it can get the credit if something good is done.
There’s also that mystery, a real big mystery, about what were the teams of FBI agents doing in Cambridge according to the Cambridge police the night the Tsarnaev’s took flight. The FBI explained they were doing something other than the Tsarnaev case even though the president had declared this a national emergency and agents had poured into town to help in the investigation.
Whether the FBI is culpable or not is something that will never be learned since it controls the records and the investigation. But that is all aside from the point that other people of the same mind as the Tsarnaev’s or someone intent on being a suicide bomber with access to an explosive maker really cannot be stopped. Given that, imagine how lucky we are in this country of 320 million people so little horror has been perpetuated upon us.
That’s a name I associate with the Boston marathon.
She’s shown above. That’s the woman who Jock Semple tried to bodily extract from the race because she was a woman in 1967. The BAA now give an award in his honor but don’t tell any of the women’s groups.
He’s the only person who won the race whose name I recall.
Top of Heartbreak Hill
That’s where I’ve stood for many years with members of my family as runners zipped by. Bill holding a sign against the U.S. involvement in Kosovo. Sammy explaining through complicated mathematics how he could have won the race had he trained harder. Jim struggling on by just before we all went home. Did he pull a Rosie Ruiz someone asked?
Most of us are still there. There have been added over time children, nephews and nieces; grand nephews and grand nieces and grand kids. I assume today if you run past there you’ll be heartily cheered on by some of us in our usual places.
No signs anymore. We’ve become inured to wars. Times have changed.