In the wake of yet more mass murder, this time in Manchester, useful words are hard to find. All acts of this nature are senseless and horrific. Somehow the targeting of young, innocent children accentuates our sense of revulsion. I have chosen to re-post my thoughts from last year after the killings in Paris.The words are the same. After all, nothing seems to have changed.
Liberté, égalité, fraternité
Hands up if you are more scared this week than last? Hands up if you believe you are more likely to be the victim of a terrorist atrocity than you were before the Russian airliner fell from the sky? Or the killings in Paris? I see a fair few hands raised. I’m guessing that your hands are not raised having quickly calculated the complex statistical probability associated with being mixed up in such occurrences. More likely, it is coming from something in your gut, or in your heart. Somewhere far away from cognitive reason and rationality.
And, of course, that is what terror intends. To switch people off from reason, rationality, logic and constructive discourse, and switch on our more primal decision-making systems. “I feel it in my water. In my gut. I can smell it. My heart is ruling my head”. Believer v Non-Believer. Black v White. Love v Hate. For…
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