As I watched the events unfold at the Boston marathon; two bombings during that venerable city’s Patriot Day celebrations, I felt shock at the pain and devastation caused by persons unknown. I was horrified at the injuries and deaths that were reported and depicted in living color everywhere you cast your eyes it seems. I will never forget some of those images of suffering out of my head.
During the manhunt, I didn’t feel right about theorizing, or opining on what happened or would be revealed as the investigation continues. I was not there, and I am not an expert on such things. It felt to me to be rather ghoulish, and definitely not something that would help. Besides, the media was doing a fine job of muddying the waters, weren’t they? Our own home town rag, The New York Post, quickly jumped to conclusions and smeared the reputations of two innocents, calling them “bag men”, and printing a photo of them at the marathon on the front page. If they had waited they would have gotten better information. Irresponsible journalism in the quest to be first if you ask me, and not the only example of such behavior.
The only bright spot about some of the television coverage of the bombing aftermath was that it highlighted the kindness and caring of the people of Boston for one another. The lack of complaint from the multitudes of Bostonians that were greatly inconvenienced while “sheltering in place”, basically house arrest– was remarkable. I am truly very impressed. Continue reading