The Beirut port blast happened a year ago, and all that went up that day has not come down. Unknown tonnage of mysterious ammonium nitrate erupted on August 4th 2020, but we have not seen a sliver of accountability befall those responsible for the mass destruction. How then can closure even begin to settle on those mourning their losses?
Two types of people now exist in Lebanon: those who think back to that day and ask themselves, “How did I not die? How is it that loved ones were not lost?” and those who, tragically, are not fortunate enough to ask such questions.
Twelve months later and we still have no answers, no apologies, no reckoning, and no doubt that the people of power are morally bankrupt. The explosion was truly terrible; the state’s heartless response in its aftermath is unbearably terrorizing.