Our responses may not make intellectual sense tomorrow, or whenever this calms down (hopefully with no or minimal additional violence), when we can look back at things in the cool calm of rational hindsight, but they make emotional sense now. Because we are afraid.
"Mommy," he said, "I accidentally turned on the news. I saw the guy." He paused for a minute before continuing. "Mommy, he looked like he was a teenager. That's a kid, isn't it? Why would a kid do this?"
My husband Ronnie and I live in Watertown, in a complex of about 80 units, about two blocks from where Tamerlan Tsarnaev was shot last night. Our neighborhood is locked down very tight. Helicopters are above and have been circling, and no one is on the street.
Just as Bostonians' grit and determination won't be deterred as they plan a bigger and better marathon next year, let's resolve to not let the fury that might have sparked last week's horror turn us against compassion and connection.
I, along with many others I'm sure, know that these individuals will be brought to justice. However, I hope that in capturing them, we may learn something about why they would carry out such destructive acts.