When I heard that “suspect No. 2” had gone to my son’s former charter school, I showed my son the Wanted photo. To my shock, he exclaimed, “That’s Dzhokar, but there is no way it could be him!” My son relayed how, as 13- and 14-year-olds, they took the bus to school and played in the snow while waiting for their ride. My son said that he was a good-hearted, wonderful kid. Does that count for something?
The crimes he reportedly committed are utterly horrendous. Yet that night our family prayed that Dzhokhar Tsarnaev would be captured alive. Is that enough — our prayers answered? Should this be the full measure of our family’s mercy? We just don’t know.