From Manchester, With Love.

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I'm sure most of you have heard about the horrific terrorist attack in Manchester city centre on Monday night. A suicide bomber targeted fans leaving an Ariana Grande concert at the MEN Arena with a nail bomb. So far, there have been 22 fatalities and around 50 people injured. The most disturbing thing about this though, is that most of the concert goers were children.

I don't tend to disclose my current or past locations on this blog but it feels appropriate today. You see, I went to school in Manchester. I did my bachelor's and post grad there and, until last year, my husband and I lived in the heart of the city centre. Manchester is where I spent my formative and young adult years. It's where my mind and, most importantly, my heart were shaped. But, today, that heart is so heavy. I cannot believe what has happened.

Our first terrorist attack happened in 1996, when the IRA blew our city centre to smithereens. My entire childhood was set against the reconstruction of our city and the tireless effort to rebuild in the hope of something better, safer, and more beautiful than the destruction that sought to divide us. And here we are again. We have taken a hit this week, a jarring, horrifying hit. I cannot imagine how the victims' families must be feeling or what anyone who was there when the bomb went off is going through. They are in my thoughts and my prayers, and probably always will be.

But, amidst all this horror, there has been a glimmer of something, the prevailing notion that, even in the darkest of times, a spoke of light can still get through. I am so proud of our community and the acts of compassion and kindness we've been seeing all over the city since this attack.

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Mancunians have been opening up their homes to anyone involved who needed a place to rest, eat or stay for the night, cab drivers have been offering free rides to and from the arena for victims and worried parents. Our police and emergency services have been working tirelessly and so efficiently to treat the injured and get to the bottom of this. And our Mayor and religious leaders have urged people to remain tolerant and to stand together during this bitterly divisive time (despite arseholes on Twitter trying to incite us to do exactly the opposite to serve their own political agendas). 

The thousands of people who came to the vigil last night and the hundreds who've been donating so much blood, that our blood banks are now full, are a testament to this great city and what it truly means when we talk about Mancunian spirit.




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The thing is, it doesn't matter if the perpetrators were Irish Catholic terrorists from the IRA, British Libyan Muslim terrorists acting on behalf of ISIS, or French All Hail The Banana King terrorists from Napolean's Bunghole. What matters, is that they are hateful, radicalised nobheads and, in my experience, these particular animals are one in the same. This mentality does not have a face. Nor does it have a religion. Trust me, we've been here before. What we are dealing with here is is pure hate, it's a perversion of reason and rational thought. And when that level of hate and anger attaches itself to a political ideology, or system of belief, it metastasis and nothing can satisfy it. Our only response to this, twisted and vitriolic aggression as a community, is to rally. Now is the time to stand together and support one another and keep showing compassion and kindness because that's what we Britons do best; when shit gets real, we'll make you a nice cup of tea and crack on.

This was a horrible, disgusting act that, I'm sure, we shall grieve for many years to come. But we will overcome, we've done it before and we'll do it again. Please don't give in to the very thing we're fighting. Humanity is the only card we have left to play right now.

I hope you and yours are safe.
Love always,


-N

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