Last night I hunched in my chair following the capture of Dzhokhar Tsarnaev in real time on Twitter. It is a tribute to American strength that he was taken alive, and I am relieved that he will not evade American justice. Like they say, ‘hanging’s too good for him.’ And the pattern of the suicide bomber denies the victims their day in court. Thank you to the staff of Beth Israel Deaconess Medical Center for keeping him alive so the world can see him on trial.
Today I woke up around 5am for no reason, then couldn’t focus enough to leave the house till 10. I had some family time and was grateful.
I went to Shaw’s Market in Warwick which was unusually empty for a Saturday. People were really nice. Everything looks different, like it did after 9/11, when I thought about what it is to be American.
In 2001, the current president said that, “they hate us for our freedom.”
But as of today, we don’t know exactly who “they” are. We have enemies, but none of them so far are claiming these two young men whose own uncle called, “losers”.
Strange days on familiar streets. Everyone being really nice in Shaw’s market. Who we love, who we are, we see it now.