MY THOUGHTS on the BostonMarathon2013 tragedy It's just 8 short block from my house, 8 brief minutes north. I want to thank so many of you who wrote on April 15.
Although I'm usually at The Finish Line on Boylston St near Dartmouth, this year I was at Home Depot picking up the final materials and fixtures for finishing up Project 158.
And this Tuesday April 16 morning... I couldn't sleep, I woke, wrote, went back to bed, got up again, and wrote some more.
I'm writing from Boston's Historic South End, it's 4:45am birds are beginning to sing. Sirens can be heard in the distance now. I live eight brief minutes on foot from the Marathon's Finish Line. I'm still in shock. Very sad and very angry that this could happen. Especially in this city, one of the most peaceful and progressive in the country.... happen in front of our library, the first public library in the country during a "people's sporting event". We are a city with many "sport's palaces" but this event is for the every citizen. It's not dominated by high salaries and expensive admission. It's a free event here in a city that so often makes history and writes laws that have extended social justice, rights, and freedoms to so many of us. We were the first Common Wealth and our constitution was the model for The United States Constitution which has extended rights and freedoms to so many. A constitution whose rights and freedoms are too easily limited by cynical people who sow fear and hate.
Now it's 7:24 am.. more sirens, the trash truck is trashing out back, the helicopters are again in the air, the streets are empty. Last night walking home from Foodies with salad-to-go, the few who were out walked in silence, the restaurants were closed. I'm in tears. I’m looking at my (website hidden) cover photo singing with (website hidden) last March.
Our December 14 concert fades in. It was just after the senseless deaths of NewTown CT school children. Reuben, our director, introduced us singing Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah and I don't remember his exact words but they went something like... "Today people asked me how we could be singing at a time like this, and I said HOW COULD WE NOT BE SINGING, singing Hallelujah. Cohen's, Hallelujah, a song of praise. A song that has more than 100 verses." He went on. "A song that needs so many verses because Cohen's asking... ASKING how do I sing praise... how do I sing Hallelujah."
Reuben's words stopped and our singing began, and when our singing stopped Jordon Hall rose in a standing ovation. It's was a moment I'll never forget, a Dec 14 moment, a day I'll never forget. I don't remember Reuben's exact words, and yet, I can rebuild what he said as the thought and the moment will never leave me.
And now one day and four months later, in the middle of the month, on a day we celebrate our Patriot's, a holiday, a holy day, here in Massachusetts, in my city, my hometown, on the 17th century streets, streets I've walked countless times, there's more sudden senseless death.
This time let's not use this sacred time as an excuse to start wars-for-profit. Here in Massachusetts we have the will to change our sadness, our loss, out anger into a social movement. Let us begin, and let us begin by singing, singing Hallelujahs.
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I'm a retired professor of Management and Accounting, Massasoit Community College. Currently traveling, writing, acting. Member of Stage Source, Boston Casting, Boston Gay Men's Chorus. Model for Life Drawing in Boston's SoWa studios, Tom Oulette, Ed Barron. Own and manage apartments in my Boston Town House. Recently spent 9 months in Buenos Aires, a year in France to improve my French, 10 days on the FRAM touring Antarctica, 5 days on the INCA TRAIL from Olantetambo to Machu Picchu. (website hidden)page Edward LeMay
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