The Boston Marathon, a worldwide event in the heart of my city. This time is supposed to be a time of joy and peace, but tragedy struck at the 117th Boston Marathon on Monday April fifteenth. Two Chechen brothers decided to make homemade bombs and blow them up to create chaos and do what they allegedly argued to ‘defend’ Islam. In this moment terror struck the city and reminded us that the world is still not at peace.
The two brothers, Dzhokhar and Tamerlan Tsarnaev both from Chechnya in Russia were the two bombers behind it all. The two bombers went in as regular people that looked like they went to watch the Boston Marathon; little did people know that they were executing a terrorist attack. From my personal stand point, I was supposed to go into the Boston Marathon. My mother had told me that we were going to be right near where the bomb had gone off on Boylston Street. We would have gone down there because my mom used to work at the Lennox Hotel, but she said that we should just sleep in and have a chill day. Luckily she agreed to this or I might have been inside of that chaos.
Even though it felt like forever for people watching the news to keep updated about the locating of the bombers. Luckily we had our men and women in blue who worked hard throughout the grueling hours to capture at least one of the two brothers. Dzhokhar Tsarnaev was the one of the two bombers to be captured, but not only was he injured by a cop, he shot himself in the neck so he could not talk. Some people might say he was trying to commit suicide, but if wanted to do so then he would shoot himself in the head not the neck so he could not talk to the FBI. This just goes to show you how much of an extremist he really is. Now the one question is should he spend the rest of his life in prison, or get sentenced to the death penalty?
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