3 months and 2 days later…

…emotions surrounding the events of the 2013 Boston Marathon are still raw. Rolling Stone’s decision to feature a photo of the accused terrorist on their magazine cover was a an insensitive, reckless decision. By plastering his photo on the cover of a nationwide publication, we are teaching a future terrorist that he won. By saying his name, the cause that those Marathon bombers declared as the reason for their actions is being heard. We need to show terrorists like this that we will not help publicize their cause. Their voices will not be heard. Their faces will not be remembered.

Instead, we should remember Krystle Campbell, Martin Richard, Lingzi Lu and Sean Collier’s faces. We must tell stories of bravery displayed by Jeff Bauman, Richard Donahue and Carlos Arredondo. We as a nation need to make the decision to focus on the victims, to focus on the healing. That is what should be printed on the a magazine cover.

Here are some excerpts from a great post write by a fellow Bostonian.

Dear Rolling Stone…

I’m not over the marathon yet. Not by a long shot. I can’t walk down that street without thinking about it. I can’t walk past that bar or that shoe store without looking right where the bombs went off.

Time passes and feelings fade. 30 years from now some kid is gonna hear about the 2013 Boston Marathon Bombing, look it up on wikipedia, and think that it was a relatively minor terrorist attack. “Worse stuff happens around the world every other month” he’ll think. That’s fine, I won’t blame him because he won’t know any better. He won’t know how much it hurt for all the people who were lucky enough not to be killed, or lose limbs, or suffer some other senseless injury. He won’t know about the week after the bombing, about how the uninjured followed the people who were in the hospitals, reading every news story they could get their hands on and praying the totals didn’t go any higher. He won’t understand everyone finding a tv to see the FBI post pictures of the terrorists, and everyone immediately sharing the picture so everybody in the civilized world could see it. He won’t know what it felt like to wake up to a call from your friend at 3am telling you to get online because there was a shootout with the bombers 2 miles from your apartment. He won’t know what it was like being glued to online police scanners for 24 hours, and just when you thought he somehow got away, he was trapped in a boat and it was over. He won’t know what it was like seeing Jeff Bauman throwing out the first pitch, or walking on the ice with his prosthetic legs, and giving you hope that things were getting better.

But you knew, Rolling Stone. You knew all of that. You knew how much this meant to Boston. You knew and you put him on the cover anyway because you didn’t care. Just to create some buzz, sell a few more magazines. Killers are glamorous, victims aren’t.

Boston Strong


Boston You’re My Home

I had a completely different post planned for today when I left my house at 9 o’clock this morning. Right now there are no words that can encapsulate what happened today at the Boston Marathon. Patriot’s Day is a Boston holiday that epitomizes everything that is good about this city: human accomplishment at the country’s oldest Marathon and our beloved Red Sox.

It saddens me beyond words that a day that for 117 years has been an occasion of pride and accomplishment for many has been darkened by such tragedy. This pointless act has temporarily dampened our spirit but like so many times before, Boston will once again prove to be resilient.

Being less than two blocks from the finish line when the blasts went off, I am overwhelmed by the footage of people instantly running towards the area of the explosion. It makes me realize that despite the presence of evil, there is much more good in this world.

I have never had an interest in being more than a spectator at the Boston Marathon. However today’s events inspires me to make an attempt to run next year. This day should not be ruined.