Yes, you read that right. A family in Houston have gone on the record to say, essentially, that they are thankful that Nadal Hassan shot their daughter three times. The daughter agrees with this sentiment. Video here.
Why?
Because being laid up in the hospital prevented her from being deployed, and thus being separated from her fiance. Now that she’s not going anywhere for a while, they can be a happy married couple. “I guess I wasn’t meant to be deployed,” the wounded soldier says.
WHAT THE FUCK? This strikes me as the height of arrogance and insensitivity, and to say it just three months after the tragedy only tears open the barely-closed wounds for the families whose sons and daughters died by the hand of this prick.
Because everything worked out for YOU, young lady, doesn’t give you the right to thank the shooter. Sure, acknowledge that it turned out positive in your case, but don’t thank the guy!:smack:
I’m the grandson of an Nazi concentration camp survivor. Do I *thank *Hitler for exterminating 6 million Jews just so I could be born? No, I acknowledge it worked out for me, but I don’t thank Hitler. Maybe everyone who met someone on 9/11 and became friends with them should thank those hijackers. Nevermind the loss of 3000+ lives.
Going out of your way (it’s on the news with their participation) to thank someone whose actions killed, what, 13 people and devastated hundreds more is beyond selfish, beyond narcissistic. I don’t have the words for it.:mad:
Yeah. I saw that earlier. Bizarre. It almost seemed like that were playing the “Well I’ll show HIM” game to rub it in his face that he didn’t negatively affect their lives.
What is wrong with people that they can’t heap scorn and swear vengence on the crazy, fucked-up guy who shot them and/or their family? Where is the foam-flecked invection? The teeth baring, bulging eye’d rage?
Thank you? THANK YOU!!! The terrorist have truly won.
I agree that turning a negative into a positive is possible. Take “war spouses” for one example. My grandmother was one, after surviving Auschwitz she met my grandfather and thus here I am. For me, I suppose I have Hitler to thank for my being here. My gut won’t let me say that and mean it, but using the logic of the family in the video, I would be “justified” in doing so because a positive event in my life–my existence–can be traced to a horrific event. There is no debate that positive things can emerge from negative events.
What I take issue with is the self-centerdness of the woman and her family that compels them to go on television and not simply acknowledge that things worked out for them, but to go as far as to address a personal “thank-you” to the shooter, as if her happiness is so important that the despondency of hundeds of others is collateral damage in some divine mission to make her happy.
Yeah, I guess I can see your point, and maybe that’s what the family had in mind. But either they royally fucked up the delivery of that point or the reporter did by editing out some key phrases.
For example, a good way to pitch the story as a “fuck-you” to the shooter would be to lead in with, “A Houston family decides to not let the hatred of behind the Ft. Hood shooting win out in the end.”
Then, the dad, for instance, could say something like, “I’d like to let what’s-his-name, Nadal Hassan, know that he didn’t break my daugher’s spirit. She’s married and happy now, and he can’t take that from her.”
If the point was to convey a sense of defiance against evil, somebody dropped the ball on that story.
I don’t get the outrage. She’s found a way past the horror of being shot by a fellow soldier, and we’re supposed to be upset at her? She’s got a tool that lets her respond to her attacker without wallowing in the darker emotions, and we’re taking her to task for it?
She’s not thanking Hassan for his spree, just for shooting her. This isn’t thanking Hitler for bringing your grandparents together, it’s your grandmother thanking him for leading her to your grandfather; rubbing his nose in that he helped some Jews. It’s vengence without subcumming to hatered, the very essence of being better than the scum that hurt you.