Well The city goes from jubilation from winning the Olympic Games to horror today. There have been numerous bombs going off in the city today, a number of buses have exploded, and I think there are a lot of caualties... not exactly a fun situation to be in.... they are thinking about evacuating the building and sending us home... mind you we will have to walk as buses and the tubes are all shut down right now. Not good so I better go and see what we are going to do.
I was back in London a few weeks later when second bombing attempts failed.
I am so thankful that neither my husband or I were hurt (or on the tube) when these bombings took place. But I have friends who were on the tube and who cannot wipe the smell of burning flesh from their memory. A former colleague who showed up at work on July 7 2005 in a daze, with someone else's blood on his shirt. I still ride the tube every single day, but that does not mean I never look around and wonder if the suitcase sitting by the door is full of explosives, or what exactly the guy beside me has in his backpack. When on the fifth anniversary of a terror attack that could have very possibly killed my husband, I read something that says the West is at fault for terror attacks - I get a bit upset. When I read that our attitude towards Muslims makes Islamic terrorists blow themselves up, and when it appears in The Guardian (written by a spokesperson for a group that boycotts Holocaust Memorial Day, that says 7/7 only happened because Britain was in Iraq)five years after the day that four Religion of Peace followers blew themselves and those around them to smithereens - I get very angry. I wish that I could conjure up a very witty, intelligent and devastating reply, but in this moment I only have one unelegant thing to say to the Dhimmi Guardian and the people who say the victims of terror are the cause: F*ck you.