I am not a total pacifist. I do think that there are some situations in which violence is the only sane route to follow.
I could never be one of those Buddhists who try to send loving-kindness to their torturer. Sometimes I even have trouble “turning the other cheek” if someone has offended me.
I am a Scorpio: I hold grudges, I brood, I sometimes lash out (though mostly in fantasy, very rarely in real life).
I am very sensitive to oppression, injustice and abuse—although sometimes this sensitivity manifests as a willed numbness, a deliberate refusal to see, because if I allowed myself to really take in all the oppression, injustice and abuse that saturates our planet daily, I would drown in my own howling depression and the guilt of not doing enough to combat it.
To combat it. The verb choice there, which came out instinctively, is not innocent.
Is it possible to combat the violence of oppression, injustice and abuse without using violence?
What does sending tong-len or turning the other cheek accomplish besides emboldening one’s opponent to ever more impunity?
I believe there are times and occasions where violence is the only answer and the right answer to oppression, injustice and abuse.
But that is quite a different kind of violence from what happened in Boston this week.
Random violence that breaks into a festive, sunny day and kills and maims innocent bystanders is a totally different form of violence than the measured, carefully aimed violence of righteous resistance.
Did whoever set those bombs enjoy the panic that ensued, the blood in the streets, the shock, the horror?
I can only imagine this perpetrator as a sadist, because unlike with the 9/11 attack or even the bombing of the Federal Building in Oklahoma City, there isn’t any apparent symbolism in this attack that makes any sense.
I can understand rage against the U.S. Government, and against the World Trade Center. Although I could never condone killing innocent people in the service of that rage, I can at least see and comprehend the mindset that saw such collateral damage as instrumental in making a larger statement.
But what possible message could be sent through killing athletes and sports enthusiasts on the streets of an ordinary American city like Boston?
I wish the perpetrator would come forward and stand behind this act of violence. I want to try to understand the motive, the fury that could have prompted such a carefully calculated crime.
I am not naïve; I know there are many very good reasons that people all over the world hate the U.S. and Americans.
And there are good reasons for Americans ourselves to be angry at our society and government, with its ever-increasing inequality, its investment in environmentally destructive policies and products, its build-up of weapons at the expense of the services that citizens have a right to expect and demand.
There is a staggering amount of oppression, injustice and abuse in the world, not just by people against people, but also by people against the natural world—and thus there is a hell of a lot to be angry about—and even to take up arms about.
But setting off bombs on a street crowded with families and athletes?
That is just more senseless violence–meaningless, useless, a squandering of lives and of anger that could be much more appropriately focused and channeled.
Yes, sometimes violence is necessary, sometimes it’s a good thing.
But the violence we are seeing on at ever-increasing rate here in the U.S. is an empty, hollow kind of violence; the violence of a sadist kid who likes to pull the wings off flies.
And worst part of it is, we seem to be on a roll with it. Our young people entertain themselves with violent movies and video games; our military-industrial complex continues to grow with ever more sophisticated means to inflict violence abroad; our chemical and industrial destruction of the environment continues unabated.
We live in a violent world of our own making.
Can we who believe in peace, harmony and justice make things right without taking up arms ourselves?
I wish I knew the answer.