Listen, I don’t claim to be an expert on global affairs. I’m not politically minded, despite how opinionated I seem at times. I’m not even claiming to have any suggestions on what can be done to right the wrongs with terrorism we see on an all-too-frequent basis. But I have something to say, and a platform to say it from…
Terrorism – my thoughts and despairs
Firstly, I’m human, I’m an inhabitant of this planet and I hope that continues to be the case for as long as it takes for me to ensure my family’s security – and then maybe some bonus years to explore the corners of the globe that haven’t been bombed to oblivion. Yet; because it’s only a matter of time.
In the last year I’ve been bombarded on every media channel with images of killing, destruction and maiming. People thinking up the sickest ways of hurting other people.
I’ve seen the aftermath of someone driving a 1000Kg vehicle at 70mph through a crowd of people. Scenes from a nightclub where joy was overlapped and then enveloped by sheer panic and terror.
I’ve seen the bodies of children being piled on to vans next to other children who’s parents are praying/willing (same thing) for them to just be ok, to be pain-free. There have been children, dazed and inflicted with that innocent panic and bewildered feeling they get when their parents are suddenly out of sight. Except they’re not in the next shopping isle, they’re not even in one place. They’re scattered across a 30 meter radius because they’ve been hit by an explosive blast. That panic isn’t a fleeting feeling until the parent comes back and comforts them – they’re just not coming back and that toddler is alone now.
What are we doing to each other? Why are people so blind to the absolute terror they cause because they’re trapped in an international dick-measuring contest? Terrorism makes us live in fear, and like any anxiety it comes in waves dictated by the trigger. The trigger is literal in this sense, though. Please, if anyone has a hint of reasoning on this then enlighten me.Terrorism makes us live in fear, and like any anxiety it comes in waves dictated by the trigger. The trigger is literal in this sense, though. Click To Tweet
What disgusts me is how “normal” this has become. We’re no longer bothered about innocent people dying across the globe, that’s just a given – it’s a fact of life now. Our reaction to terrorist attacks has become dependent on how close to home they are, and that speaks a lot for the frequency of them, don’t you think?Our reaction to terrorist attacks has become dependent on how close to home they are, and that speaks a lot for the frequency of them, don't you think? Click To Tweet
We’re not the only victims of terrorism
400,000 people die in Syria? We might shake our head as we take a sip of tea whilst sat in our warm, structurally sound, un-bombed house.
3,000 people die in the Twin Towers attacks? We might put our cup down and turn the volume up on the news.
5 people die in a London attack? That tea is gonna get cold. We need to act – let’s change our facebook profile pictures and tweet to a “pray4” hashtag.
These killings are all the same sickening, depraved thing.
I have a four year old daughter, she cries if she thinks I’m about to kill the spider she wants moving out of her room. We were all like that once – where is the exact moment when we go from that to flooding a village with chemicals which will make the entire population die an indiscriminately slow, painful death? Because that’s quite a jump…
I’ll finish writing this, then climb into bed and sleep soundly until I get up in the morning and wash/rinse/repeat. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it?
Let people escape terrorism
If you read this far, think for a minute about what I’ve said. Picture yourself and your children in each of those situations. Plough through the initial panic and do it for 5 minutes straight. Then imagine a glimmer of hope – the faintest possibility that you might be able to move to a safe country where you’ll be looked after and your children aren’t at risk of either dying or becoming orphans in any given second.
Now imagine a mass of people in that place of last hope who will stop at nothing to make sure you never get to take your children there.
Are you lonely yet?