Donna Britt, the
Washington Post:
Looking Away From War, and Our Own Hearts, Friday, May 14, 2004; Page B01 (free registration may be required -- worth it)
The nation is at war. But you could almost forget it when the arrival of cicadas is hyped as being slightly less momentous than the Second Coming, and the finales of "Friends" and "Frasier" are treated like the deaths of beloved companions. As one who will miss "Frasier" and who's grossed out by the popeyed bugs on my screened porch, I understand.
It's easier to be distracted by minor annoyances than to focus on the mess in Iraq. Who doesn't want to forget images of naked Iraqi prisoners humiliated in ways that would be impossible to believe had we not seen the pictures? Then there are the images that most of us are grateful not to have seen, of a Pennsylvania businessman's "retaliatory" beheading and of additional -- and reportedly even more repellent -- visual proof of prisoner abuse.
There's no such thing as a neat war. Everybody's hands, and countless people's minds and souls, get dirty. Our cicada and series finale obsessions suggest that some of us are intent on looking everywhere but at the dirt.~snip~
Because whether we say it or not, we know:
The most frightening weapon of mass destruction isn't really hidden at all. It's disguised only by the fact that it also is the universe's most powerful instrument for healing -- the human heart. /column
Donna Britt lives in Washington, DC, and writes a frequent (weekly or bi-weekly) Friday column for the
Post.