Washington Post has this interesting paragraph this morning:
“It was elbow-to-elbow people crying,” Wasik said. “No one could tell you where to go. People were screaming, ‘Please say it’s not mine, please say it’s not mine.’ ”
Speaking of the scene at the firehouse where parents were waiting for their children. I'm reminded of the scene in 1984 where Winston Smith finally breaks. They find the thing he cannot bear and threaten him with it; he responds with almost the exact words these parents used yesterday -- Not to me, do it to her!
These parents aren't directly substituting other dead children for their own in their thoughts, not directly wishing the pain on other parents of other small children. But it feels close. And there they were, outside that firehouse where the worst thing in the world was happening. And what some of them said was, "Do it to someone else." I'm not sure what to make of that.