I’m sorry, Johar.

by gaytaylor


Not on 9-11 or 9-12 or 9-13 or 9-anything did my heart go to the terrorists. A talk by Thich Nhat Hanh offered shortly after the World trade Center bombings called me to awareness of the people on all sides involved in the incident.

With the Boston Marathon bombing I found my heart inclined to offer prayers for the victims who were killed and injured, also for the victim(s) (of what–rage? hatred? notions of defiance? revenge?) who set off the bombs.

Small step, then, to feel deep sadness at the news of a gravely wounded young(!) man bleeding, hiding in a covered boat in a suburban backyard, perhaps waiting to die, perhaps wanting to live, perhaps too far out of consciousness to be aware of anything.

It’s an old saw: violence blows up in everyone’s face. We all suffer; we are all wounded.

What touches off feelings of sadness in you for perpetrators of violence, directed toward lgbt persons or others?

For action (or penance): Close your eyes. Breathe into a recent time when you yourself acted or reacted in a way harmful to another. Breathe into sadness for yourself, acceptance and forgiveness.

Photo courtesy, [segle] at flickr.com