Dear Friend and Reader:
Yesterday once again the world was greeted by a mass shooting. This one happened in Paris, a place free from serious terrorist attacks since the mid-1990s. Tweets and therefore news reports rippled out within minutes of the incident. It became a global event, which I will define as spreading in a very short time to every continent including the laboratories in Antarctica (where people spend a lot of time on the Internet).
Underneath the perceptible story of what happened — a shooting by Islamic militants at a satire newspaper that made fun of everyone, including Islamic militants — there is the invisible part of the story.
That is how each of us must cope with being exposed to this event, miles away, with no real ability to respond in a meaningful way.
When other living creatures are in distress, the natural response of sane, humane people is to take action, to do something to avert the danger. But we’re dangling out on the end of the line here on the Internet, far from Paris, with exceedingly few ways to take action.
The energy shoots across the wires, through the satellites, across fiberoptic networks, the 3G and 4G networks, wifi and Bluetooth, runs into your central nervous system and hits a kind of dam. There’s no place for the energy to go; no intuitive way to respond. That is the helpless feeling you get when news like this happens. It’s that sense of psychic and emotional overload that’s so difficult to describe, and so challenging for sensitive people. [The Onion once did an excellent parody of this right after 9/11.]
In Paris, people did something healthy, and something that they do as part of their culture. Tens of thousands of Parisians left their houses and poured into the streets, gathering at Place de la Republique. This was ostensibly a political gesture in support of free speech and to inform the shooters and their sponsors that “we’re not afraid.”
Really, it was an opportunity for mass grieving, and to personally witness that other people felt something similar. It was a way to respond, in body; to make eye contact; to feel the warmth of humanity, even under duress on a cold night.