Beirut and Baghdad, The Ugly Step-Sisters
I love Paris. I have never been there but the name drips romance. A Paris vacation with that special someone? Romantic. Yes, Paris is Love. How about Baghdad? What I know about this place is gleaned from news about terror and the war on Saddam Hussein and his phantom weapons of mass destruction. Baghdad conjures up images of smoking bomb craters, dead bodies and death lurking around every corner. A lovers’ utopia? Not unless you are Romeo and Juliet. How about Beirut? Where’s that? Baghdad? Same images apply. Bombings, Lebanon, Wars…Death lurks.
On Friday, November 13th, Within hours of each other, innocent civilians were murdered by ISIS terror group. A suicide bombing at a memorial service and a road blast killed at least 47 people in Baghdad while coordinated attacks in different areas of Paris took the lives of 129 innocent civilians. A day earlier, a pair of suicide blasts in Beirut killed 43 people and wounded close to 250. Except for Paris, you would be lucky to have heard anything about the other two. As they say, if a bomb falls in Baghdad or Beirut, does anyone hear it? Only the people who live there.
But there’s just something about Paris. Something different. Beirut and Baghdad are known for this type of violence, even though Beirut has been relatively safe for the last few years or so. Paris is not a war zone. Paris is Love. And that’s why you probably didn’t hear of the same atrocities being carried out in Baghdad or Beirut at almost the same time. There was no pledge by the Government to seek out and destroy the perpetrators in these countries. The newspapers didn’t scream, “The World Mourns For Beirut/Baghdad”, of course not! That would sound absurd. But Paris…oui! oui! that’s a different story.
On Friday night, Iconic monuments in London, the USA, Canada and elsewhere around the world were lit up with the colors of France’s flag. Facebook offered users the option to superimposed the red, white and blue over the profile photo, many did, in global solidarity for the fallen French. A slap in the face to the other countries who were just not ‘pretty’ enough. I imagine how they must feel to see us crying for Paris while ignoring their plight. The ugly step-sisters.
I know we are numbed to violence in places that are a hotbed for terrorists. After the hundredth suicide bombings, we tuned out. Or should I say, our news agencies tune out. Moving on the better things, like Paris, but we shouldn’t.
Remember, they are people too, killed by the same enemy. In death they are united so let’s mourn for them all.
Just MY TAKE