Bondi Beach Massacre

I don’t want to pull apart what happened at Bondi. There’s already a lot of noise, a lot of opinions, a lot of people trying to turn something horrific into a point to be proven.

I just want to acknowledge it.

A normal day that wasn’t normal for a lot of people. Lives taken, lives changed forever. Families and friends who woke up yesterday thinking it was just another day.

What struck me almost immediately was how fast the finger pointing began. Outraged people looking for somewhere to director their anger, shock, fear and blame. Like it somehow makes a difference.

And then, quietly, in the middle of all of that, there was one clear moment of humanity.

A man stepped in, a stranger, someone who didn’t hesitate and didn’t look the other way.

From what’s been shared, he wasn’t even Australian. That irony hasn’t been lost on me.

How easily we rush to judge whole groups of people, while at the same time praising one person for courage, decency, and doing the right thing when it mattered.

Violence is universal, but so is courage.

What happened was awful and nothing written online fixes that. But moments like this do show us something about ourselves, and how fear divides and spreads.

Unless we choose otherwise, and I’m choosing to sit with that.