Social Media and Paris (so much noise). Social Media and so many atrocities (so little noise).
Do I “commentary” or “no commentary”? Do I “thought” or “no (public) thought”. Do I “God or Allah” or “no God or Allah and all that stuff”? Do I let others do all the “theological” infighting? Do I help or hinder through silence or words?
Death is death. Violence is violence. Loss, Grief, Pain are all universal. Right now (and for a lifetime to come) would you care who killed your father, wife, lover, child, relative, or friend? Would you have a second to waste blaming or excusing or selecting and weighing up responsibility? When you are numb, dead, wounded, terrified, lost and alone … ?
I lost “no one”. I saw people running. I heard shots. I saw blurred-out images of the dead and dying. I thought My God – again! And was numb.
And then I went to bed. And I slept. And I got up on Saturday morning and went about all the things I had planned for Saturday. How about you? When someone you love dies, what did you do?
Does that sound cold and harsh? Should I have cancelled Saturday (and today)? Did you – will you? Did I stop smiling, eating, moving, thinking, being … did you? Should I even be writing this? Should I be apportioning blame? Sifting whether Islam is wrong, whether God is wrong, whether religion is wrong? Should I be defending “my God” and “my faith” and “my belief system” …. ?
My “normality” is that I am living today.
When our own dad died it was a “normal death” – a quiet and expected dying – at home – with us. And we were numb. How about you?
When the families and loved ones and friends of those ripped from life in such a horrific, instant and unexpected millisecond – when they got the news of their own loved ones dying – does anything I say – that you say – that we say … does any of “that” matter?
Does it matter “why” and “who” – all the “noise” we make from a safe distance – because we are still living?
How dissimilar to what we accuse the “paparazzi” of? When they continue taking pictures instead of putting down their cameras and connecting with the horror in front to them? Don’t we see them going about their “normal business”of snapping and sniping – and are we not repelled by that behaviour?
So how different all this noise on “social media” … ? Going about its normal business of “snapping and sniping” instant opinion, the words continuing to “click” on grief, the “verbal images” so distanced from love-gone numb.
I am numb. Something has been ripped from me. Something decent. Something living. Something precious.
And then I went to bed. And I slept. And I got up on Saturday morning and went about all the things I had planned for Saturday. How about you?
Every time this happens so many do not sleep. Every time this happens so many do not hear any “noise”. Every time this happens …
So could we lay down our “selfies” – the ones we seem more in love with than anything else in “the picture”?
And could we be part of the healing?