It’s weird. I find myself hoping that the bombs were planted by some home-grown American psychopath, as opposed to a foreign militant group. I guess I still find the aftermath of the 911 attacks so horrible that I’m afraid of it all happening again.
Tag: Terrorism
10 Years On
Well, it’s ten years on from the Bali bombings.
I didn’t really feel much when the bombings happened. No anger, no terror, just a sense of dull numbness and weary resignation. I think I was still – even over a year later – in a state of shock from the September 11 attacks. I’d kind of readjusted my mind into a state of acceptance that terrorism was the new reality and that a bunch of innocent people getting horribly murdered was the kind of thing that was going to happen from now on – where and when being mere, irrelevant details.
I didn’t really snap out of it until the 7/7 attacks in London. I guess enough time had passed for the shock to wear off – the fact that I have a disproportionate love of that city no doubt helped.
Now, on the tenth anniversary, I still don’t feel much. I’m just glad that there haven’t been any more attacks on Australians as bad as Bali.
