Like most New Zealanders, I’m wrestling with a complex cocktail of emotions tumbling through my mind following the unspeakable atrocity that rocked Christchurch on Friday, March 15.
Bewilderment, sorrow, compassion, repugnance, anger – it’s a toxic confusion, clouded, above all, by disbelief. How the hell did this happen? This is not the New Zealand I’ve come to know and love – with its freedom, its welcoming people, its tolerance, its diversity, the friendly smiles, the uncomplicated lifestyle.
All changed in a 15-minute slaughter.
What another, awful blow for Christchurch, a city just beginning to claw its way back from the devastation caused by a series of catastrophic earthquakes. This cruel irony’s reflected in multiple ways and on multiple levels. Many of the victims were immigrants – like me – looking…