Bombings are not rare.
Karachi, Mumbai, Kabul, Mogadishu. . . people are murdered every day by criminals and terrorists who see their fellow humans solely as means to their own bloody ends.
I don’t know why I’m particularly affected by the Norwegian killings. Do I find it easier to identify with white Europeans? Is it that this is so unexpected, as if it matters more when horrific things happen to people who live in safe places than those who are under constant threat? Is it that a bomb in that city makes me wonder about a bomb in my city? Why pay more attention to this than to what happens in Baghdad?
I don’t know why it matters more, why all those bombings and shootings don’t matter more. They all matter.
So my sympathy to all of them, all of their friends, all of their families, their communities.
This is the least we can do for each other.
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