Sunday, April 19, 2009

Oklahoma City




Prayers for Serenity,
for 168 fine Americans,
their families.

3 comments:

Jeffro said...

My Sis, who lives in OKC north of there a ways, was my first concern that day.

The Localmalcontent said...

Of course. As well she should have been, that dark day.

I was in Albuquerque, where the time was an hour earlier, and watched the stunning event, and then later when McVeigh was arrested, on TV both in my apt. and at work.
No, no work done at the BIA that day.

Mike said...

I read the bio of McVeigh when it got to my library. I mentioned it to my aunt and she was offended that I would give him any of my concern.

I tried to explain to her that I wanted to find out why he did it, the same as the reason I read "In Cold Blood" and "Helter Skelter".

Of course, McVeigh was responsible, but I also lay some blame for OKC at the feet of Clinton and Reno for their massacre in Waco two years to the day prior.

I watched it on tv at work w/ my boss and he freaked out when I pointed out that it was the anniversary of Waco, looking at me as though I might be part of the bombing.

I am not a conspiracy theorist by most any stretch, but other than McVeigh's refusal of appeals, I cannot understand why the govt. was so quick to execute him.

Of course, I do not know, but it makes me wonder if there was something that was being covered up and could only be hidden by his quick execution.

Don't get me wrong; I have absolutely no sympathy for McVeigh and he deserved a worse death than he received.

"Invictus" was, before his execution, one of my favorite poems. It does not describe him at all...what he was....a monster.

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find me, unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.