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And then a solemn tear fell from my face.
During the Olympic bronze-medal soccer match between Iraq and Italy, a tremendous moment of solidarity emerged. The Italians wore black arm-bands as a visual elegy for the then-recent execution of Italian journalist Enzo Baldoni. As a symbolic suggestion of their sincerest condolences, the Iraqis presented the Italians a bouquet of white flowers.
And then that solemn tear was joined by many, many others.
I haven’t cried in quite a long time. Am I becoming soft, or maybe emotional? What’s happening? This morning, as I read that two French Journalists, Christian Chesnot and Georges Malbrunot, are currently being held captive in Iraq in return for the French government’s nullification of the headscarf law, I begin to wail again. {see CNN & Al Jazeera}
I am simply emotionally tired, tremendously frustrated at the miasmatic, inhumane, pernicious and malevolent self-entitlement that is rampantly destroying all of our societies. How will this ever be corrected?