Posted Sunday night, April 15, 2018.
Five years ago today. April 15, 2013. “A bomb explodes in the crowd as runners cross the finish line during the 117th Boston Marathon.” Photo Tom Green, Zuma Press, via NBC News.
I am absolutely in sympathy with those who suffered the bombing in Boston and with their loved ones. They have been singled out by a violence that was general in its intent, not aimed particularly at anybody. The oddity, they mystery, of a particular hurt from a general violence---the necessity to ask, “Why me? Why my loved ones?”---must compound the suffering. What I am less and less in sympathy with is the rhetoric and the tone of official indignation. Public officials cry out for justice against the perpetrators. I too wish them caught and punished. But I am unwilling to have my wish spoken for me in a tone of surprise and outraged innocence. The event in Boston is not unique or rare or surprising or in any way new. It is only another transaction in the commerce of violence; the unending, the not foreseeably endable, exchange of an eye for an eye, with customary justifications on every side, in which we fully participate; and beyond that, it is our willingness to destroy anything, any place, or anybody standing between us and whatever we are “manifestly destined” to have.
---Wendell Berry, from “The Commerce of Violence”.