The Boston Marathon Memorial

Obviously our trip to Boston was planned way before the tragic events occurred at the marathon. With that said, I guess some might shake their heads about having a vacation planned for so long only to have the city turned upside down the week before they were to set foot on its soil. Most people, myself included, are not like that. When Dzhokhar and Tamerlan Tsarnaev inflicted harm on hundreds of innocent people I really didn’t even think about my impending trip to Boston. I was too busy following detail by detail the developments of the situation, looking upon it as a concerned American rather than a butt-hurt traveler.

It was not until after the death and capture of the mad men that I started to think a little bit about what I would see and feel when I went to New England. As the Boston community made it plainly clear that they would not let terrorism dictate day-to-day life I knew all the plans we had for the trip would still go on accordingly. However, I knew the atmosphere and attitude would be different. All it took was walking through the airport to immediately feel this change of feeling in the air. Each time we inched closer to the city, whether it be by taxi, public transportation, or foot, the feeling got stronger and stronger. Finally, this gripping sensation that hit me in the heart reached a climax when during the morning of our first full day in town we made it to the Boston Marathon memorial and the site of the attack. This is what it was like:

We first visited the memorial for the Boston Marathon victims. Located in an area called Copley Square, the memorial is a couple blocks west of where the bombings took place. Sometimes you don’t need large and extravagant memorials to make an impact. For right now, this is certainly the case in Boston. The memorial was a modest sized space, enclosed on three of its four sides by bicycle racks. Yes, very temporary and very simple. The focal point of the space was located right in the middle of the area where four white crosses depicted the names of the four people who lost their lives during the ordeal (the three at the bombing site plus the slain MIT police officer). Overflowing in front of the crosses were flowers, plants, stuffed animals, and cards. To the left and right of the main shrine were giant palettes of paper where anyone could go up and write a note or prayer in honor of the victims and the city. Taking up the rest of the space and lining the inside of the bicycle racks were various displays of running shoes, hats, flowers, American flags, and notes and cards written from across the nation.

The main part of the Boston Memorial...the four crosses.

The main part of the Boston Memorial…the four crosses.

A collection of hats mark another part of the memorial.

A collection of hats mark another part of the memorial.

We arrived at the memorial during the morning hours and while it was busy, you could move around freely. Many people would kneel where the crosses were and say a prayer. Many utilized the paper palettes. It was very quiet. There were lots of tears.

People wrote on the large paper pads notes to the victims and the city.

People wrote on the large paper pads notes to the victims and the city.

When we were there, the national media was still reporting live from Boston. Lining the sidewalks of Copley Square right in front of the memorial were TV trucks from every single news organization in the country. Ashleigh Banfield from CNN did a live shot right in front of us. Reporters and crews from NBC, MSNBC, and Fox News all stood outside their trucks shooting footage. All of the local Boston affiliates had set up shop too. To use the old adage, it was a media circus.

Ashleigh Banfield of CNN reports live from the Boston Marathon memorial.

Ashleigh Banfield of CNN reports live from the Boston Marathon memorial.

 

But cutting through the media craziness and the hysteria of the newly opened memorial was a scene that I will always remember. A bus pulled up from Annapolis, Maryland. The side of the bus read “U.S. Naval Academy.” The doors opened and about 30 midshipmen got out in full uniform and marched towards the memorial. They quietly entered the memorial and solemnly paid their respects with all the other civilians. They then quietly exited the memorial, declined all requests for interviews from the national media, and marched back to their bus. It was such a touching tribute of respect.

The Naval Academy marches to the Boston Marathon Memorial.

The Naval Academy marches to the Boston Marathon Memorial.

A midshipman and civilian pay their respects side by side.

A midshipman and civilian pay their respects side by side.

 

We then moved down to the location of where the actual bombs went off on Boylston Street. The Marathon Shop, located right where the first bomb went off, was open for the first day since the attack. A large line formed to purchase marathon gear. Mike braved the long wait and bought a marathon t-shirt. I stood outside the store, observing people walking by and taking pictures of the street and businesses. Several windows were boarded up, new glass not yet installed from where the blasts blew out the old glass. Other than that, you probably would not be able to tell that the area had been the target of a savage attack a week earlier.

This is where the first bomb went off. You can see the boarded up windows.

This is where the first bomb went off. You can see the boarded up windows.

 

I walked away from the memorial and bombing site feeling fortunate that I got to see it but angry that insane people would do such destructive things to innocent people. As I was reminded when I visited Ground Zero in New York and again just this past week, our innocent brothers and sisters die for no reason other than that there are people out there who hate us. It is a sobering reality and we all got to be thankful that we continue to live in this amazing country and have not had to pay the ultimate price that four others had to 16 days ago. We are very lucky. Don’t Blink.

Boston Bound

Sitting here in the Missoula airport I know I have a long day of traveling ahead of me. Transporting from one side of the country to the other is never quick and always exhausting. However, the destination and the experiences that await me on the east coast make the travel hassle oh so worth it.

I am off to the city that is currently the center of the nation, if not the world. By the end of the day I will be in Boston, Massachusetts. Even before the tragic events of ten days ago I knew this trip would bring a lot of significance and memories to my life but after what those two troubled young men did I know now that my time in Beantown over the next four days will be a very special time.

I am off to Boston on what will be a memorable trip.

I am off to Boston on what will be a memorable trip.

This trip started off as a dream sports weekend. While it is still definitely that, there is an added element thrown in. I will not just be observing some of the most prominent professional teams competing in some of the most famous sporting venues but I will be observing the strength and resolve of a great city during a tumultuous and (with the elimination/capture of the murderers) triumphant time.

I am traveling to Boston with my friend “Money” Mike. It is his birthday weekend and he invited me to go along with him to celebrate his special day in the city he loves watching his favorite team. We got quite the itinerary lined up…

On Friday night we will enter the most historic ballpark in the country and watch the Boston Red Sox host the Houston Astros. The next night we will return to Fenway Park and watch another Red Sox game. Sunday we will catch some NBA playoff action as the Boston Celtics host the New York Knicks in Game 4 inside the TD Garden. Between all the sporting events, Mike will be showing me all Boston has to offer. We will be visiting the historic sites, checking out a Presidential library, viewing a famous cathedral, walking through old neighborhoods, exploring museums, eating local delicacies, and getting the most out of an amazing city. I can’t wait.

As I will be busy enjoying my time in Boston, I will be on hiatus from Don’t Blink through Monday. However, I will be back better than ever on Tuesday with plenty of experiences to write about. Thanks again to all my readers for your continued support. I will be thinking about you while on the east coast. Don’t Blink.

Disgracing Freedom of Speech

Ever since I stepped foot at The University of Montana, I have seen my fair share of the “doom and gloom” type preachers who crawl onto campus with their message of hate. A few times each year they randomly show up on a sunny day, pick a spot on a heavily trafficked area of campus, plug in their cheap P.A. system, and condemn everyone to Hell.

Just the way these crazy people like it, they always attract a large crowd of college students who are appalled at the anti-diversity/anti-gay/anti-anything-different-from-them message that they spew. I have watched as these preachers engage the enraged crowd in debate, citing out of context bible verses and dismissing any type of message that has to do with love and compassion. These guys are losers and I cringe every time I see them set up shop on campus but I do support their first amendment right of freedom of speech.

Fact is, I get irritated by a lot of garbage that people say. This includes the guy who unmercifully rips a student-athlete on a message board. Or the person who calls in to a radio show and brings up wild conspiracy theories. Or the extreme talking heads on cable news that don’t care about the actual facts and just want to be loud. Or the racist who pushes his propaganda to no end. Or the person who uses fear (before the point of a threat) to scare and control others. I despise this all but in the back of my head I know it is their first amendment right and a guiding principle that this nation was founded on.

So while I can get past most of the crap that is the byproduct of a gift so important and valuable as freedom of speech, there is something covered by it that is so ugly that I will never be able to accept it. Most of you have heard of the Westboro Church. Headquartered in Topeka, Kansas, you will not find a more hateful group of people in the country. They call themselves Baptist but let’s be honest here, they are about as closely aligned with the Baptist way of life as Babe Ruth was aligned with a healthy way of life. They hate Catholics, they hate Jews, they hate Muslims, they hate homosexuals, they hate blacks, and they hate everyone else who does not belong to their 50 person “strong” congregation.

Okay fine, why should I be so concerned with a small group of demented people down in Kansas? Why not just let them cast out their pathetic message amongst themselves and forget about them? Well, they let their presence be known in a way that makes that impossible. For around 20 years now, the “church” (I use the term very loosely) has picketed funerals. Wait, what do you mean by that? I mean they travel across the country to funerals of people they have no association with and stand outside the church services and graveside ceremonies and condemn the deceased and their families. They hold up derogatory signs, start hateful chants, and disrespect the dead in a way that will overwhelm anyone with sadness and anger. But it gets worse. Westboro Church does not picket the funeral of murderers and child molesters. Rather, they go to the funerals of U.S. soldiers killed in action, kids who suffered death in tragedies, and gay men and women who were victims of violent hate crimes.

The point that I finally said enough is enough and just threw my hands up in the air in frustration and helplessness was last week when Westboro announced that they would attend and picket the funeral service of Krystle Campbell, one of the three people who was killed in the Boston Marathon bombings. At a point when our country was hurting from an act so random and so disgusting I could not bring myself to care one bit about the shallow first amendment rights of this hate group. To try to disrupt the memorial service of a woman who by all accounts touched so many people and then had her life savagely robbed from her in a split second made me throw up a little in my mouth. First amendment be damned, this was wrong.

Westboro claims to picket at these funerals to let everyone know that these deaths are the wrath of God. They say that God is exacting revenge on the United States. Never mind that the U.S. is giving them the right to protest in such a distasteful way in the first place, these people are too stupid and ignorant to realize that. They instead say that the country is too morally corrupt, too accommodating to gay rights. Holding up signs that say “God hates faggots”, “Thank God for IED’s”, “Rot in Hell”, “Thank God for 9/11”, “God is angry every day”, and other despicable slogans and images these people terrorize both the living and the dead during very sad and emotional times.

I couldn’t imagine losing a family member suddenly because of a senseless violent act or a natural disaster and then going through the gut wrenching process of grieving and planning a funeral. That in itself is something that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone. But after all that, how completely unfair and sickening is it that they then have to worry about some insane people showing up to their loved one’s service to glorify God for their death and announcing that their soul is now in Hell? How could a grieving person continue? How could anyone possibly accept that?

Like I said, I cherish the first amendment for the most part but I can’t get past what the Westboro Church is able to do under the disguise of it. Yes, the amendment is there so everyone can express themselves, even if they want to express themselves with hate. But there has to be a point where we disallow the freedom of speech to dishonor, condemn, and torture the innocent…especially during their most sad and vulnerable hour.

Today was Krystle Campbell’s funeral. Boston was hell-bent on not letting Westboro disgrace Krystle’s final hour. Hundreds of union members from Teamsters Local 25 showed up to form a human shield between the church and the bigots from Westboro Church. But guess what? After all the talk, all the Tweets, and all the threats, Westboro did not have any representation at the funeral. The cowards never showed…not a single one. Try to tell me that wasn’t a sign from God. Don’t Blink.