Every time I see the photo of the little boy Richard Martin and his childish sign (No more hurting people. Peace) and writing, it breaks my heart. He’s the little boy who died when the bombs went off in Boston during the Marathon.
His mother and sister were also victims. His mother, Denise, suffered a brain injury and his sister, Jane, lost her leg. The father, Richard, was the only one not to suffer any injuries. They were all together when the bombs exploded. I guess that’s some sort of consolation for the father. He was there to help his family.
Who knows what this little boy could have become? Perhaps, President? A great teacher? Artists? Human Rights Advocate? What a waste of a beautiful creäture. He seemed to be on his way to have a great life. Now, he’s gone. Gone, and all the gifts he had to give us, gone with him.
We live in a cruel word. You would think that we’ve become civilized, but it seems with the new weapons we have, we’re less uncivilized and less caring. We have very little empathy for how others feels. We seem not to care about each other. It’s all about us and one else matters.
What a sad state we are in.
And we targets, more than others, know the misery happening in the world. We deal with misery every day of our lives. We’re the throwaway people. We’re people no one cares about. We’re people no one wants anywhere. We’re people to laugh at, sneer at, abuse, torment, harass.
I always think, if I were to some day “lose it”, I can just imagine the articles written about me. I was crazy. I wrote articles about the U.S. government tormenting me. I joined other conspiracy theorists. I encouraged others to rant against the good U.S. government. The picture painted of me would be of a crazy, lonely women.
There would be nothing in the articles about the government at all. I would just be another crazy who “lost it”. And the police, government, ACLU and others would agree.
And then the reporters would get in touch with my family, and they would also vouch for my craziness. My family would say that I cut off contact with all of them and they couldn’t understand why.
And all Americans would believe the bullshit said about me. And they’d talk about me for a week, or less, and go on with their lives condemning what I’d done.
Of course, maybe six months later, the same thing would happen again. Another killing, bombing and no one questioning why this is happening in the U.S.
Just another crazie “losing it”.
And the lies by the government would start all over again. And the American public would accept the lies the government made up about some poor soul who couldn’t take any more abuse.
And this is America today. America, you’ve really lost your SOUL.
And to the Richard family I say, “No more hurting people. Peace.”
P.S. Sorry about the photo of “suspects”. I can’t download any photos to my computer, but I want to show a picture of Richard Martin. I couldn’t get any others.
- Boston Marathon bombing victim, 8, was waiting for father (cbc.ca)
- Neighbors Remember 8-Year-Old Boy Killed In Boston Marathon Bombings (newyork.cbslocal.com)
- Martin Richard, One Important Observation About The Boston Marathon Bombing (thisblksistaspage.wordpress.com)
- This Is Martin Richard, The Youngest Victim Of The Boston Marathon Bombing (buzzfeed.com)
- Martin Richard: Youngest Victim of Boston Bombings (on.aol.com)
- Boy, 8, killed in Boston blast wrote, ‘No more hurting people’ (fox59.com)