Showing posts with label Boston Marathon bombings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston Marathon bombings. Show all posts
Saturday, June 22, 2013
A big question mark
Have you ever had a question inside that is maddeningly puzzling?
You ponder and study and woolgather, but you are no closer to an answer that you were when you started.
It’s hard, isn’t it?
Here is the question, and I’m not the only one asking it:
Why did Dzhokhar Tsarnaev participate in the Boston Marathon bombings?
What could make an uber-normal nineteen-year old college student, loving junk food and rap and sports (according to his now-abandoned Twitter account) place a pressure cooker bomb on a crowded sidewalk? When those bombs went off, they weren’t going to start tickling people.
Unlike Osama bin Laden, or the blood-stained men who conducted the Woolwich attack, Dzhokhar is one of us. An American, literally (a naturalized citizen) as well as figuratively.
What made you do it, Dzhokhar?
Did you look up to your big brother too much? Did he bully you into it – or worse?
To some, the answer to this question is already settled: Dzhokhar didn’t do it. Period.
These are the #FreeJahar folk. To read their Tumblrs is to dive into a heady bouillabaisse of sweet infatuation and wishful-thinking conspiracy theories.
Some other people, those with hair-trigger outrage, say that the #FreeJaharists should be thrown out of America. Or have the U.S. government keep watch on them (more than it already does). Some even point to this as proof that women should never have received the right to vote. (Ah, you wise men, you.)
I believe the #FreeJaharists are not evil; they are not saying, “yay, terrorism!” but throwing themselves into “saving” a boy close to their own age because it gives them a purpose outside themselves. They are simply naïve and in denial (and seriously, who among us has never been either?) When more facts see the light of day – and they will, in time – most of the #FreeJaharists will look back on this period in their lives with a blush of embarrassment. No further consequences are necessary.
As I said before, we must judge this young man by the facts we will discover about him. All of the facts, the good and the bad. If we find out that Dzhokhar genuinely believed that using a weapon of mass destruction to kill people was the best way to get his message across – he will be sentenced to die. If there are serious mitigating circumstances, and if he is genuinely remorseful – given America’s attitude towards terrorism, he will spend the rest of his life in prison. When you’re nineteen, that’s a long, long time.
Barring outstanding contrary evidence, I can’t imagine any better outcome.
That is why I keep asking the question: this heartbreaking waste of a life is one more tragedy of the Boston Marathon bombings.
Friday, May 17, 2013
The beautiful boy and the terrorist
Bloggers, you know this:
Some posts are born of struggle.
Some posts you need to drag out of you, even though they fight you tooth and
nail, because there’s a schedule you want to abide by. You don’t even care if
it is a post you’re especially proud of. (Unless you use the photo-and-quote
formula, which is still a post as far as I’m concerned.)
Other posts emerge from your head
fully formed because, damn it, you have something to say.
This is one of the latter posts –
and it is here even though I am concerned about what will happen to my
reputation afterwards.
But my message is clear, and only a
careless reader will misunderstand it.
I have noticed this in the past few
days. I have noticed others noticing this.
Yes, people are looking at accused
Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev, and instead of seeing evil or hatred,
they see “cute.”
Wait, what is this? The latest
example of hybristophilia – being romantically/sexually aroused by criminals –
which, I have no doubt, has existed since the days of Jesse James?
But some of these “fans” don’t think he is really guilty, and search for anything that could, might prove otherwise.
Why?
Take
a look, people:
On
the surface, Dzhokhar is an example of the beautiful boy, one of the Sexual
Personae that Camille Paglia described in her book of the same name. The
beautiful boy exists to be looked upon; he has no identity except what his
admirers project onto him.
The
beautiful boy has no role but being. He has no ideas, no agency, no motive –
unlike actual human beings.
What
is my point here?
Well…(shuffling
of feet, gathering of courage)
It
is OK to think that Dzhokhar is cute. It is OK to notice, and respond to, the
beautiful boy.
Neither
of those means that you are a sick person, or (figuratively) getting in bed
with evil.
But do not let that noticing blind you to
the facts.
Life
is not always either-or. It can be yes-and.
As
in: Yes, Dzhokhar is beautiful. And the evidence is overwhelming that he
willingly committed terrible crimes that tore apart lives – crimes that will,
most likely, keep him in prison for what remains of his life.
Beautiful boy. Terrorist. Yes-and.
It doesn’t feel comfortable, but
that’s the way it is.
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