I watched coverage today in Paris from an online British station. It is important to me. More important than writing or dressing or going out. The journalists were sympathetic, the interviews soulful, the images–silencing. I don’t believe prayers are enough. President Hollande declared war.
I cannot overlook the rise of a new terrorist organization, one most of us have not heard about. The news broke on the day I hosted a party. The preparation was surreal; as I switched from party chores to watch the television coverage. Breathless journalists, some who only that day learned of ISIS, masked their emotions. The truth was too barbaric even for a seasoned war correspondent. A week has passed; and the ISIS is not mentioned in conversations that I over- hear. When I mention the threat I see my listener flick it off, like a flee. I sense their aversion to terrorism in the Middle East; while I am drawn to it.