The Hard Part About Being American

It’s been a rough week for many Americans.  The bombing of the Boston Marathon, the explosion in West, Texas, the natural disasters of weather destructions.

America will deal with these things.  We always do.

Last night they caught, alive, the second suspect in the bombing of the Boston Marathon.

Many wanted him dead.

Many hoped to catch him alive.

The persons who chose to set a bomb off at this public event played jury and judge and sentenced to death:

Krystle Campbell

Martin Richard

Lu Lingzi

And then:

Sean Collier

And sentenced to a life time of suffering and mourning hundreds of others, a city, a state, a country.  And a world full of people who don’t  understand acts of violence on innocent people.

The persons who took these actions immediately stripped all rights from all individuals who were affected.  Stripped the rights and inflicted punishment.

For what crime?

To the best of my knowledge the young people killed were innocent of the hate inflicted on them by the bombers.  They were innocent of detrimental action towards anyone.

The man who was caught last night?

The man who stripped hundreds, thousands of Americans of their rights with his actions?

He will have every right afforded to him.

Here’s the hard part about being American.

He gets those rights whether we want him to have them or not.

He will get the best medical care our country can provide.  From a hospital who treated his victims and couldn’t save them all from the injuries he inflicted.

He will be afforded the legal defense he needs to have his day in court.

He will face an actual judge.

He will face an actual jury.

The hard part about being American, is that is what we need to do here.  Now.

Part of us wants to continually ask why!?

But what could he possibly say that will make it understood?  You and I, who don’t think of such actions let alone inflict them, will never understand what he has to say.

The hard part about being American, now, is doing what is right for the victims and their families and our country.

Whether it’s what we want to do or not.


It would be  easy to go back to my chatter about my life.  But it will never be ‘easy’ for these victims and their families again.  I feel helpless and guilty having my normal life go on.  My prayers and hopes are for the victims, their families and friends.  And for America, I hope we realize that our bonds do not have to wait on tragedy to strengthen.  I hope we are kinder to our fellow citizens, remain eager to help and find resolutions, and continue building our world in to a safer and desirable place to live.