TERRE HAUTE —
Emotions today remain strong and raw in wake of Monday’s terror bombings near the finish line of the Boston Marathon. As is normal in such circumstances, questions far outnumber answers. The legions of investigators will need time to sort through evidence and determine the who and why of this terrible crime.
It’s understandable, however, that patience is difficult to muster. That urge for swift justice intersects with the helplessness of not knowing how and why such senseless acts occur.
So as clues are sorted and leads are chased, we direct our attention to those most affected, the victims whose lives were shattered on what was intended — and expected — to be a joyous and celebratory day.
Two bombs are reported to have detonated within 100 yards and a few seconds of each other, and the human damage they did was inflicted mostly on spectators gathered near the finish line to watch loved ones or friends reach their ultimate destination after running 26.2 miles in what is the most famous foot race in the world.
Among the many sad and gut-wrenching stories is that of the 8-year-old boy eagerly waiting for his father to arrive at the finish line. The boy was one of three killed by the bomb blasts. His mother and younger sister were severely injured.
We also send thoughts and prayers to all those who came to the aid of those victims, whether they be emergency responders, nurses, doctors, surgeons, race volunteers, or simply good Samaritans who stayed at the scene to give whatever comfort and assistance they could to those in need.
Terrorism, unfortunately, has become part of our global culture. While we do what we can to fight back collectively through military means, our only recourse individually is to press on, to refuse to succumb to fear, and to live our lives on our terms, not on those of a terrorist.