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I am watching the news of the Tsarnaev trial very closely.

One, because it is in Boston, my adopted home town. Two because it is a fascinating case from the very start.

I do not understand murder per se. I do understand terrorism. It is an effective tool for people who wish to disrupt.

What I do not understand is the wish to disrupt.

It is just not in me.

The thing that makes this trial fascinating is that there is no question of guilt.

They have already pled guilty.

What is at hand is the question of punishment. And there lies the interest. From the beginning because as we can see, the penalty, the punishment was never enough to thwart the crime.

And never will be.

These people are driven by different motors.

They are not psychotic at least the way that lets them off. They are driven by ideology.

In this case, the defense hopes to show that young Tsarnaev was driven by allegiance to his older brother who already died for his sins. A good thing, I think. That he is dead. Gone. Finished. Punished forever. But then that was what he wanted so is that punishment?

It is all very twisted and like a mirror world.

I find myself looking at drawings of this boy, because he is very young, sitting and listening to them talk about his life.

There are no photographs. Only artists' renderings.

So there it is. I am stuck. Just what the fuck is going on here? How does this work? What do we do?

I suppose if he gets the death penalty, this fascination will last until he dies. Or I do.

Incidentally, I really have no position on the death penalty. It is pretty final. I know that.

Labels: Boston, terrorism