And so it begins.Now, we have names and faces identified with those who caused the recent Boston Marathon tragedy. I hate that.
Not because I don’t want justice served, but because the focus on these individuals is undeserved.
They did something horrible. Unthinkable. In a cowardly way, killed a young boy and other innocent people. The attention we give them only makes them a cause célèbre.
I don’t want to know where they went to school, who they hung out with and what kinds of vitriol they posted on their social media pages. I don’t care.
You know where our attention should be focused like a laser beam? On the lives of the injured and dead. On the bravery shown by all those on the scene who helped during a bloody, horrible few hours. On the good that came from something hateful.
The only reason I need to know anything about the perpetrators is so we as a society can determine how we might have intervened earlier, before they became as hate-filled and callous as they were.
The media is all about ratings. The more we tune in to find out the gory details, the more our energy and time go toward an unworthy cause.
I will continue to celebrate the heroes. About the hate-filled few? I. Don’t. Care.