The appalling news story the other day about Kavyon Edson’s stunt where he pranced around Boston with a fake bomb in his backpack inspired me to buy a book on the actual Boston Marathon bombing.
The book is LONG MILE HOME: Boston Under Attack, The City’s Courageous Recovery, and The Epic Hunt for Justice by Scott Helman and Jenna Russell of The Boston Globe. I highly recommend it. It’s a fabulously researched account of a horrific subject.
I was on vacation in Springfield, Missouri when the Boston Marathon was bombed last year. I was able to follow the story pretty closely, since I was off from work, and was riveted by it, but hadn’t realized how much of the story I still didn’t know until I bought the book. I knew three people were killed by the homemade bombs the cowardly Russian-born Tsarnaev brothers, Tamerlan and Dzhokhar, set off at the marathon, blowing up civilians. A university cop was also killed when the two terrorist weasels tried to run out of town and escape. Yet I didn’t know that sixteen people, including a little 7-year-old girl, Jane Richard, who was the sister of one of the civilians killed – 8-year-old Martin Richard – became amputees after this gutless attack. It’s infuriating.
What a wimpy pair they were, Tamerlan and Dzhokhar Tsarnaev! They blew up spectators and little children to make a point for their “cause,” radical Islam anti-American sentiment. How spineless is it that this idiotic duo of two grown men deliberately created explosive devices to overpower civilians at a race because of their personal beef with America? They weren’t even bright about covering their tracks, dumping the bombs in backpacks among the crowd on Marathon Monday and walking nonchalantly away – without realizing their images would be captured on surveillance cameras. What century did they think they were living in? Once the bombs went off, those two unconcerned men strolling among all the ensuing chaos stood out like red flags. This was all recorded on tape. Police asked everyone who had taken photos or videos of the marathon to bring it to them and worked hard to figure out who had left the bombs at the race. Once the psychopathic brothers were identified, Boston law enforcement personnel launched a manhunt. Good!
During their attempt to evade capture in the midst of the ensuing manhunt, they kill a university cop, then carjack a hostage – who gets away. Ha, go, hostage, GO! Next, Dzhokhar, behind the wheel, accidentally runs over his own brother, who later dies, like Cain and Abel all over again, except that neither one in this instance was the good brother – both are bad to the bone. Dzhokhar follows this up by hiding under the tarp of a boat that was parked in a Watertown, Massachusetts driveway. The city gets placed on Lockdown during the search for the dweeb, who spends the day under the tarp. When the Lockdown is lifted, the boat’s owner goes out to check on it and sees him. He calls 911. The dweeb is apprehended. Now he’s facing the possibility of the death penalty.
The book also covers, in-depth, stories of the cops, the marathon director, the rescuers, the first responders, the doctor who treated so many of the trauma victims, the carjacking victim who ran for his life at a well-calculated moment and saved himself, the spectators, and the whole fine tapestry of Boston. It’s an overall uplifting story of a city’s courage while under siege by two losers who wanted to strike out against America, even though our country had let them in.
Three cheers for the people of Boston – stay BOSTON STRONG!