Tears for Mumbai

Posted by: Jennifer Scarlott on

The Death Eaters have come to Mumbai, and broken the hearts, but not the spirits, of Mumbaikars and every person around the world who loves that city and the many beautiful ideas it embodies. I am speechless at the gross cruelty and inhumanity of which some people are capable. I am sickened when I think of the mortal danger that beloved friends were in during the first night the terrorists spread through the city. I am reminded, yet again, of how truly thin the veneer of human civilization is. There are some situations that arise in life that are so shockingly wrong, so beyond the pale, that words truly fail. As a New Yorker, I remember as if it happened yesterday, the freakish fragility we all felt in the aftermath of 9/11. Soon, stronger feelings came... all the feelings of resilience and resistance that terror can't stomp out, in its fleeting pyrrhic victories. These first days and weeks after the attacks are a time of grieving though. Presumably, terrorists are incapable of grief, or consider it a sign of weakness. But the tears shed for Mumbai and its people will make us stronger. Our tears mean we are not like them.