Thursday, April 9, 2015
Boston Strong two years later
My oldest son is runner and he was working as a free lance writer producing press releases for an agency during that dark week and listening to information on scanners the general public does not have access to or knowledge of until the trial and maybe never. (He will not discuss what he heard nor the agency for whom he was working, he took the NDA very seriously.) My middle boy worked Mile 18 with me and has worked for a timing company at local races for a while. My youngest boy was deeply affected and remains so to this day.
So yes, I have some opinions and feelings on this whole thing.
It's clear that Tsarnev is guilty, even his own legal team said as much. That was never a question. The question is does he live or die? Well, we all die eventually it's just does the government give him an expiration date or not. So understand when I say toss him into the Colorado Supermax and forget about him is the worst we can do to him, but it's not the worst we can do.
The worst we can do is focus on him and his loser brother. The worst we can do is make him a martyr and let him always be on our mind. The worst we can do is forget what the words "Boston Strong" really mean.
We are emerging from the snowiest winter on record and it all came over the course of 6 weeks from mid-January through the end of February for the most part. During those storms one image went viral: a lone man shoveling off the finish line after a foot of snow fell in seemingly no time. It was done anonymously with no thought of reward or glory and captured when someone happened to look out their window and notice the action.
That is the spirit of Boston Strong.
It is the image of 8 year old Martin Richard holding a sign he made simply saying "No more hurting people. Peace." It's students going to UMass for a degree in business in Krystle Campbell's name. It's the people at BU keeping Lingzi Lu's name alive. It's the memorials in Sean Collyer's name in Somerville and at MIT. It's the people who lost limbs and sustained injuries who have gone on to live everyday life in an extraordinary way.
It is not allowing the hate and anger to dominate, it is focusing on what is really valuable: the reality that we will not quit, we will not be defeated and our race will go on. If we give into our anger and hatred, we are not better than those two young men who one day let their negative feelings and dark desires override their humanity to place two explosive devices near the finish line and set them off.
I don't want to be that angry person. I don't want to be on the same level as the Tsarnevs, I want to be the guy shoveling off the finish line. I want to be above that anger. I want to retain my humanity, particularly in the face of deciding what passes for justice on a young man who - even if just for a moment - forgot about his.