Ryan Alexander-Tanner
Days like today, I think about my grandmother. It’s tragically, agonizingly fitting that this latest terrorist massacre happened in Belgium, where my grandmother’s family was once terrorized. There is a comfort, however small, in looking at my grandmother. There is a comfort in looking at a woman who has stared down evil until evil blinked. A woman who confronted monsters and was not turned into a monster. She’s done it once. Belgium has done it once. I know they’ll do it again.