Showing posts with label terrorist attacks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label terrorist attacks. Show all posts
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Tuesday, July 22, 2014
An all-encompassing rage
I haven’t
wanted to comment the downing of Malaysia Airlines flight MH17 last week that
killed 298 people before now, mostly because the news is filled with reports
about the plane, the crash site, the bodies decomposing in the sun waiting to
be transported for autopsy, the search for the black boxes, the confusion about
whether the crash site has been tampered with—all those things. It is unrelenting
coverage, as well it should be. But I have thought about it every day since it
happened. And instead of my rage against the perpetrators of this atrocity abating
as time passes, it has only increased as I read about the horrors that this
flight and its passengers must have endured, and what family members and loved
ones are enduring as they wait for information about when the bodies will be
transported home to the Netherlands and to other countries. I need only read
about the type of missile that was allegedly used to take down the plane, one
that explodes under the plane,
facilitating the destruction of the plane via shrapnel that pierces the plane’s
skin in multiple places, causing the plane to shear apart, and my rage
intensifies. I realize that this tragedy, like the destruction of the Twin
Towers in Manhattan on September 11, 2001 that killed almost 3000 people, and the murders of 92 people on the
island of Utøya and in Oslo by the Norwegian terrorist Anders Behring Breivik three years
ago today, are versions of hell that are beyond our most horrific nightmares
and imaginings. Hell exists, make no mistake about it. Unfortunately, it seems as innocent people are the ones who experience this hell on earth, not the evildoers who rightly deserve it.
There is a
lot of evil in the world. We cannot close our eyes to it. We cannot pretend that
it does not exist. Endless dialogue and peace conferences are not enough to convert evildoers
to good people. That’s a fantasy. Evildoers must be punished. To ignore the
existence of evil, to explain it away, or to feel sorry for the evildoers only
allows for more of it. The downing of a civilian plane is an act of war; the
perpetrators need to be brought to trial in an international court of law,
found guilty, and sentenced. Whether or not that sentence is life in prison or
death does not bother me. When you drag 298 innocent people into your war, you
may pay with your life. That is justifiable, in my book. If you live by the
sword, you die by the sword. I don’t know how this particular case will be
handled. I only know that there has to be swift and hard retribution so that
the families and loved ones of those who died get justice.
But what
does one do with the rage that one feels when faced with dealing and absorbing
the impact of these events? I did not know anyone personally who died in any of
these terrorist attacks, and yet, I have a rage inside of me that scares me. I
don’t know what to do with it. It is an all-encompassing rage, an absolute rage, a
rage that desires annihilation of the evildoers. It is a rage without end;
years can pass, and suddenly I can watch a TV report about 9/11 or read an
article about it, and the rage returns. If I have this kind of rage, what do those who lost family members and loved ones in these attacks feel? If they feel rage like this, how do they deal with it? I don’t consider myself an evil person,
but certainly some of my thoughts are evil, in terms of the afflictions I hope
the perpetrators of all these attacks will eventually suffer.
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