Looking into the eyes of evil
Here’s a piece about how one of the most badly wounded victims of Monday’s bombing, twenty-seven-year-old Jeff Bauman, looked into the eyes of perpetrator Tamerlan Tsarnaev as he placed a bomb at his feet.
Bauman apparently was able to describe Tsarnaev to the police, and this helped in IDing the perp, who is now dead.
The story reminded me quite a bit of the story in this post of mine, about the man who looked into Muhammed Atta’s eyes on 9/11.
I am so glad he survived too bad intuition couldn t have come into play & encouraged him to move away.
These perpetrators & their God complex, play with people s lives like that.
May he have a speedy “recovery” (if it can be called that, as his life is forever changed) and kudos for him for thinking about IDing the bombers instead of thinking of only his own misery.
I saw the uncensured photo of Jeff and realized that he was going into shock or something. My heart cried and I couldn’t look at any more photos of the victims.
Such evil truly needs to be destroyed.
In late 2001 my wife and I were having lunch at the Safeway deli in our small town that lies on I-5 – 41 miles south of the Canadian border. Two men of ME extraction were eating at a table near ours. They kept giving us such looks of hatred, it was very uncomfortable to just sit there and eat as if nothing was going on. Their eyes were those of men who seemed to accept that they were already dead. Very chilling to see – a glimpse of evil.
In a voice just above a whisper my wife said to me, “We’re not leaving here until after they leave.” Her thought was that they might follow us out of the store and accost us in the parking lot or follow us home.
I have never seen such hatred, either before or since. That encounter has stuck in my mind. Whenever I think about hate-filled terrorists, these two “dead men walking” spring into my mind. It is something that we average Americans have a hard time conceiving of or understanding. Islam can do awful things to the minds of its fundamentalist adherents. I wish it wasn’t so, but it is.
JJ, I had a similar experience here in New York City, a few years before September 11th.
There was a picturesquely ramshackle newsstand at Astor Place, and I wanted a shot of it, so I took out my little camera. The Arab guy tending it, who looked to be about 35, rounded on me and said, in a chilling voice, “Don’t Take My Picture.” His eyes, too, were full of hatred, like black ice.
I stepped back, but got the shot anyway. It’s in my files to this day, with that evil bastard glaring at my camera. I knew instinctively that there was Zero chivalrous concern for my femaleness, which made me realize that almost all men do feel that to some degree — but with this guy? God, he hated my/our guts.
Man, when the Left wages on the US and laughs out loud at American suffering, they don’t kid around.