The Boston marathon bombing - absorbing the horror in my home city from 3,000 miles away


At the same time, federal and state authorities are trying to ascertain who is responsible for the explosions.  Some people are looking either to the Middle East or to potential domestic sources of terror and assigning blame.  Immigrants are already being scapegoated in certain quarters.  I certainly understand the rage, but it’s too early to be assigning blame at this stage, whether reasonably or unreasonably, for me.  I’m still numb.

I greatly appreciated President Obama’s words last night.  In an address to the nation, he stated that “Boston is a tough and resilient town.  So are its people.  I’m supremely confident that Bostonians will pull together, take care of each other, and move forward as one proud city.  And as they do, the American people will be with them every single step of the way.”

I know in my head and in my heart that the president will be proven right.  Right now, however, as a Bostonian writing from 3,000 miles away, it doesn’t feel like anything will ever be the same in the city I love so much.  I wish I was there.