Watching the destruction by Daesh of historical statues and objects I could not stop the tears. Strange to cry over the material you might think? Was I crying because they are irreplaceable? No, not really. To me it was like burning of books, it is something more fundamental, its an attack on who we are, where we have come from and where we are going. The senselessness of it all is just visceral.
It's a different feeling than the slaughter they have committed, when a blend of anger and sadness is my reaction, this was just sadness at the stupidity of it all. I suppose it had the desired effect. It reminded me when one of my sisters crushed one of the paper flowers I had made, it was an attack on who I was, I can still remember it as if it was yesterday. She has been forgiven, sort of... I still make paper flowers, send her one every year and have gotten quite good at making them.
The point of this, and yes there is a point.
Nothing Daesh can do can crush the human spirit, nothing evil people can do can efface our history. The memory will remain of what was, it cannot be erased, it will be remembered. Perhaps one day we will get better at showing them just how pointless their actions were and how far we have progressed since then.
Just a thought