Weekly Political Report: My First Person Narrative of the Boston Marathon Bombing


Every week I will write a political issue that affects YOU and the WORLD AROUND YOU.

This week: National Security–Boston Marathon Bombing

There was chaos and confusion everywhere. You can see it on the faces of people as you walk closer to the bombsite. Fortunately I was not there at the time of the bomb explosion, but I was there long enough to capture the horrific event that took place that day.

I arrived in Boston (Boston Logan Airport) at approximately 9:00 am. After a full month of relaxation with family and friends in San Diego, Ca–and then wonderful excursion up North to San Francisco–I knew that it was time for me to tie up my bootstraps and head back East, where I can begin my work in Politics and Writing. However, I did not know that it would start so soon.

At 10:00 am, totally unaware that the Boston Marathon was taking place that day, I finally made it to my apartment. After carrying my luggage and books up the stairs to my apartment, I  distinctively remembered that I was going to refresh myself and head to Barnes and Nobles (at Bolyston Street where the two bombs exploded)–to complete my posts for “Motivation Monday” and “Talk Tuesdays w/Mestre Preto. ” However, when I opened the door to my apartment, and saw my beloved bed, I could not help but to fall asleep–and I slept for three good hours.

At approximately 1:00 pm, after being well rested and refreshed, I got dressed; packed my laptop; and headed out the door to what I assumed would be a beautiful day for writing. However when I made my way to a Chinese food take-out center, everything began to change.

Gluing my eyes to the television screen, my jaw dropped in disbelief of what I saw–immediately I took a picture of the television coverage and posted it on my site. Still in disbelief, I knew that I had to be at the scene to see it for myself. But as I made my way down to the underground subway station (Maverick), I could not believe the look on people’s faces, as I walk past them: normalcy (like nobody knew what was going on?). From my journey on (from Maverick to Copley), I was only pondering on the looks of people’s faces, as well as what will come next–will there be another bomb waiting for me?

When I arrived to Copley, I literally played dumb, and ask the officer what was going on, and he told me that there has been a bomb explosion–“A damn terrorist attack,” he said to me with disdain. I went out outside to get a better a look and I saw ambulances, marathon runners, spectators, everybody, gathering at South Station; while the police were pushing everyone out of the area. With only a few batteries bars left on my phone, I took a picture (seen above) of what was assumed to be one of the bombing sites at the Boston Marathon.

Returning to South Station, I see runners with blankets, loved ones gathered in circles, a beggar asking for money, and on occasions crying phone conversations.  “Who could have done this?” I said to myself–“It just had to happen on the same day I returned from San Diego!!” I wanted to go home; I wanted to go home and pray. But something inside me said “No!” And the inner reporter told me to get out there and get the story–which I did.

I ran to the nearest the coffeehouse, powered up my laptop and I interviewed a Chicago marathon runner who was there 30 mins after the attack.

On a humanity level, this is probably one of the worst tragedies that we have ever seen since 9/11. And on a political level, we don’t know who or what did the the act? And to say anything prematurely would be a risk to national security and bipartisanship in terms of communication. The reason why Obama, the White House, are treading cautiously on this subject matter is because of the events that took place in Benghazi -nobody knew what happened and  GOP politicians started a witch hunt frenzee over NO intelligence of what really happened. Instead of helping with the investigation–like investigating the chronicle of events, searching for errors in the reports–they pointed their fingers immediately at Hillary and Obama and accused them for “incompetence.” At least they [Hilary and Obama] acted when they first heard the response–they didn’t bide their time

Rather than pointing our fingers at each other; the media; the perpetrator; or fuss over the word “terrorism” we need to first mourn for the loss, and then work together to prevent this attack from ever happening again.

My prayers and thoughts goes out to the families in Boston and everyone else who were affected by this attack. Boston will always be my second home.

Much Love and Adoration



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