Benazir Bhutto, 1953 - 2007

Benazir Bhutto was assassinated yesterday as she was leaving a political rally. She stood up to wave at the crowd through the sunroof of her bulletproof transport and was prompted shot three times. The gunman, a suicide bomber, self-detonated right next to her vehicle immediately following the shooting. Prime Minister Bhutto was soon afterwards pronounced dead at a local hospital, and today was buried in her ancestral home, next to her father.
I expected this to happen since the moment she set foot back in Pakistan. It was like I was holding my breath the whole time, just waiting for that other shoe to drop. I have many, many things to say about this, but to be honest, this is the quote that really hit home with me. It’s from this article and was brought to my attention by someone on a forum I moderate:
At a human level this is a tragedy like no other. Only a few days ago I was mentioning to someone that the single most tragic person in all of Pakistan - maybe all the world - is Nusrat Bhutto. Benazir’s mother. Think about it. Her husband, killed. One son alledgedly poisoned. Another son assasinated. Daughter rises to be Prime Minister twice, but jailed, exiled, and finally gunned down.
Today, in shock, I can think only of Benazir Bhutto the human being. Tomorrow, maybe, I will think of politics.
Al Qaeda has purportedly claimed responsibility for the assassination.
What a horrible, horrible waste of hope and potential and future.





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