This morning I listened to the account of an aging man who lost hisĀ  21-year-old son on the Omagh bombing of 1998. Omagh is a town in Northern Ireland, a little of 100km west of Belfast, known for it’s interesting tourist attractions typically consisting of rich Irish heritage. The man I listened to this morning was heavily opinionated about the entire saga with thoughts such as why the Real Irish Republican Army chose 3:00 PM on a Saturday afternoon as a good day to make a political statement targeted at commercial damage. This result of this intent was 29 deaths and over 200 injured people. Commercial intents turned out to be fatal.

As the news spreads today, I cannot help but wonder at how the perpetrators of this and similar attacks feel decades after the impact of their actions are being talked about. I cannot help but wonder how their children and grand children manage to fit into society. For example, who are Hitler’s descendants? Where are they now and what are they up to? How will descendants of the leaders of ISIS live in the future Arab Peninsula when the history their ancestors’ deeds are repeated in history classes? I guess it should not be too difficult because the descendants of Slave Traders are right here with us and everyone is happy living together.

The Omagh bombing killed a large number of people from a variety of backgrounds, mostly women and children shopping for clothing. The subject of the long standing conflict between Protestants and Catholics in Ireland were probably not affected by this dastardly act and today, most people have little or no interests in those interests that once got people killed: slavery, religion, caste systems and the likes of them. Such vanity. The key point all this terrorist ranting is about is the need to determine the kind of legacy we want to leave, what we really want to live for, what is really important to fight about at whatever scale we find ourselves involved in life.

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