While I was getting dressed this morning, Mr. Chili, surfing his laptop from the bed, told me that Benazir Bhutto had been assassinated yesterday.
I gasped and have had the worst sinking feeling ever since.
I don’t really know much about foreign politics. Hell, I don’t really know much about domestic politics; it all seems like so much playground bullying to me. I know, as they say, just enough to be dangerous. I do believe, though, that Ms. Bhutto was going to be a calming, rational influence on Pakistan; at least, moreso than any one else I’d seen. Calm and rational are two things that country (and ours) sorely needed.
I keep coming back to the idea that I’ve been kicking around since this fall, when I attended a symposium about the Holocaust: when will we (will we?) ever figure out that none of this matters? That we get so much more from cooperation than we ever do from competition? That we all belong to each other, and that hurting you hurts me?
I’m mourning Ms. Bhutto’s passing today, and hoping with all the energy that I can spare that the energy that she brought to her country and her people is carried on by others who want to see peace and cooperation more than they want to see struggle and war.