The day of my friend’s funeral was the day of the Boston bombings.
As I watched the unreal images unfurl, I wept for what I was seeing, and for what was being lost. For Martin Richards, Krystle Campbell and Lingzi Lu, for their families and friends, for all the first responders and everyone who was there, and witnessed this act of violence. Everyone whose lives will be touched forever by what has happened.
The tragedy, the grief, and now the piecing together for the criminal investigation will take place. The lives this will touch will far outweigh the lives touched by the murder of my friend, but it will have the same impact.
Violence and Death seem so common place now, take a walk through the local video store (if you still have one) or your video retailer, see the covers of the DVDs and Blurays. See how murder, violence and death are glorified.
And wonder just for a moment, what effect that has on you, on your loved ones. Now let’s consider those who are in need of the most help, the ones who are lost and looking for a cause, any cause to have something to believe in. Even if that cause asks them to murder innocents for it. What kind of world asks you to perform this act? A cold, heartless one.
I have a strict policy on what my child is exposed to, set down my partner and I, and we will continue to monitor and police the images he is exposed to. But there will come a time when we can’t and then he’ll be exposed to what is currently being produced as “entertainment” and that day will be the day his innocence will die. As surely as my friend died at the hands of a murderer.