I can’t recall ever meeting someone and hating them from the depths of my being.
Neither can I imagine killing someone; especially if they simply happened to be in the way of the person I had originally planned to kill.
Furthermore, I cannot, in any tiny fiber of my being, fathom murdering innocent children.
Yet, today I heard on NPR of a suicide bomber in Baghdad, who did just that.
My memories of the broadcast include these snippets:
- At least 26 Iraqis, almost all of them children, have been killed by a suicide car bombing in south-eastern Baghdad.
- A car drove up to a US army vehicle and blew up as troops gave sweets to the children, a witness said.
- A television cameraman working for the Reuters agency said nearby houses had been demolished by the explosion and pools of blood collected in the street.
- At the nearby Kindi hospital, correspondents say hundreds of distraught relatives wandered along the blood-soaked corridors shouting and screaming as they looked for their children, many of whom were badly mutilated.
- “I rushed outside to find my son. I only found his bicycle,” he said.
- This attack also saw the victims gather round US troops who were handing out sweets, to mark the opening of a water treatment plant.
I honestly do NOT know how to fit this imagery into my view of humanity as “basically good”.
I refuse to hate people simply because I am hated by them.
I loathe the mere idea of an “us” and a “them”.
I feel so sad today.
I just had to put this out there before it ate me alive.