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The E.A.R.: Home Grown

On 9/11/2001 I was introduced to the concept of terrorism. On 4/15/2013 it kicked down the front door and screamed, “LOCK AND LOAD!!!!!!!”

This Saturday marks the four year anniversary of the Boston Marathon bombing, an act of terror I remember like it was yesterday. I was sitting in my man cave watching an age old Boston tradition with wine at hand while browsing Facebook on my iPad. My mother had called me upstairs to grab something for her and I got caught up in a long conversation. I got back about 20 minutes later, looked at the TV and thought I was dreaming when I saw the news headline but,unfortunately it was VERY real.

“Two explosions at the marathon finish line,” it read. At first it seemed like a horrific accident but the more the story unfolded the more it became clear, this was an act of terror. At first I refused to believe it. “Who would do something so disgusting on a day like this?” That was the question that kept running in my head.

Within minutes the explosion was the trending topic on every social media outlet you could think of. Within minutes my Facebook and Twitter inboxes and even my text message inbox were flooded with messages from those who knew I lived in Boston.

To this very day I am still overwhelmed by the support of people who knew me from afar. I take night walks on Boylston Street every now and then and those walks haven’t been the same ever since. Though the incidents haven’t stopped me from taking those walks but, they won’t ever be without the thought that blood was shed in that very area.

I’ve truly appreciated the support from everyone and our ability to band together and get through tough times. Those two chose the wrong city to bomb.

Bostonians are way too stubborn to let two lowlifes get away with something so heinous. Though wounds will eventually close up, they will leave a scar that will be visible for years to come. No matter how visible the scar, let it be a reminder not of the pain we endured but rather the strength we all have to get through it.

Stay classy Boston…

Flemmings Beaubrun is an avid gamer and lover of music. When not working, Flemmings likes to spend his time whipping up dank beats for the masses. He also spends his weekends thrift shopping for rare video games and obscure electronics. Other times he’s in front of a TV with a giant bowl of cereal enjoying shows from the 90’s.

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Bamboozled No More! This is My Soul Talking


After the events of 9/11, I would listen to radio callers screaming for blood. They equated the ol’ eye for an eye strategy with being an American and patriotism.

Screaming for blood suddenly became the next “new” tradition which was embraced and worn proudly. But for some of us, it felt like a lynching.

People wanted to fly flags on car antennae, flag poles and any available flat surface.

Today, acts of road rage, domestic/gang/class/race violence, sexual harassment and substance abuse continue on as though 9/11 never happened.

The first lesson in conflict management: do not respond in a predictable manner! The predictable manner is layered with emotion, against a backdrop of screams and rants about violence, allowing for the surrender of the collective moral center, aka the soul.

What is most devastating and frightening to the children? Not the acts of terrorism, but that they had been forced to witness their parents transform into haters.


Janet Cormier is a painter, writes prose and poetry, and performs comedy. JC prefers different and original over pretty. She loves collecting stuff, but cleaning not so much. Janet also talks to strangers…a lot. Her column appears regularly in Oddball Magazine.