The hor­rible events in Boston yes­terday cer­tainly weren’t the first tragedy of recent years. There have been many since 9/​11: Vir­ginia Tech, Aurora, Sandy Hook. And those, of course, are only a sam­pling. If we expand our view out­side the United States, that list only mul­ti­plies, and exponentially.

Per­son­ally, though, yesterday’s events res­onated in a way few others have. I teach at North­eastern Uni­ver­sity, an easy walk from the site of the Boston Marathon explo­sions. I know those roads. I knew that some of my stu­dents and col­leagues were along the route, watching the event. I’m new to Boston, but have already learned much about how the city cel­e­brates Patriots’ Day; it’s a proudly local hol­iday that cel­e­brates the char­acter of this city. And so I watched the news anx­iously. I wor­ried about my stu­dents. I wor­ried about my newly adopted city.

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