Over the weekend, a Yemeni family in a remote governate northwest of Sana got together to celebrate a wedding. Had you, for some reason, heard about the wedding in advance, you may have smiled. You may have been happy at the thought that, throughout the senseless horror and disease and starvation scything their ways through this shattered land, that people were still ready to start a life. That they still could have a night of dancing, of celebration, and of joining.
But then, you might have heard about what actually happened.
At least 20 people have been killed in two Saudi-led coalition air attacks in northwestern Yemen, according to residents and medical personnel.
Most of the dead were women and children who were gathering in a tent set up for a wedding party in Hajjah’s Bani Qays district on Sunday, a medical official told Al Jazeera.
At least 46 people, including 30 children, were wounded in the attack, the official added.
Chances are, though, that a lot of people didn’t hear about the strike. I had sort of a busy weekend, and didn’t really glom onto it, and it wasn’t until Tuesday that the enormity sunk into my sheltered life. Really, the odds that any westerner heard about the strike are only slightly better than the odds that you heard of an obscure wedding between strangers in a strange land in the first place.
Or, rather, I’m guessing a lot of you did hear about it; this is a find damn readership. And I know you were upset and sickened, and almost certainly as outraged as you were when you heard about Syrian kids being gassed. But you certainly noticed that the reaction was a little different. You noticed that some people are considered human, and some are essentially not.