Sifting through the news threads trying to glimpse the photograph of the alleged bombers created a fueled anxiety that bordered on excitement. Before meeting Dale, I sat in my car turning page after page on a dying IPhone trying to get a closer glimpse of their faces. If I was able to see how they looked, perhaps their gaze would tell the story of why this crime had to be committed. These young men looked all too normal – their focused strides eerily everyday. It worried me to consider the average mind out there plotting revenge – plotting some message of violent overthrow. Were these social anarchists? Disguised foreign terrorists? Militia men? Or perhaps MIT students gone awry!
More is sure to be revealed.