Add this man to the list of Bostonians who should never have to pay for another beer again.
The 26-year-old Chinese entrepreneur had just pulled his new Mercedes to the curb on Brighton Avenue to answer a text when an old sedan swerved behind him, slamming on the brakes. A man in dark clothes got out and approached the passenger window. It was nearly 11 p.m. last Thursday.
The man rapped on the glass, speaking quickly. Danny, unable to hear him, lowered the window — and the man reached an arm through, unlocked the door, and climbed in, brandishing a silver handgun.
“Don’t be stupid,” he told Danny. He asked if he had followed the news about Monday’s Boston Marathon bombings. Danny had, down to the release of the grainy suspect photos less than six hours earlier.
“I did that,” said the man, who would later be identified as Tamerlan Tsarnaev. “And I just killed a policeman in Cambridge.”
He ordered Danny to drive — right on Fordham Road, right again on Commonwealth Avenue — the beginning of an achingly slow odyssey last Thursday night and Friday morning in which Danny felt the possibility of death pressing on him like a vise.
Read the whole thing. This guy, who doesn’t want his full name known, was smart and kept his cool, and managed to escape at just the right moment. But it easily could’ve gone the other way.
Somehow I don’t think Danny really likes the “Free Jahar” geniuses, or the thought-provoking poetry of Amanda Palmer. These murderers aren’t folk heroes. They’re not abstractions. They’re Islamic terrorists.
And this, or something like this, is going to happen again. Turning away from it won’t change that. Nor will pretending it’s caused by boxing, or “male rage,” or whatever else. These guys are killing people because they think that’s what Allah wants.
We know you’re disappointed that it wasn’t a couple of teabaggers. Now stop whining and do your jobs.
Update: Are you sitting down? Bombing suspects’ mother was also on terror watch list.