Dec. 05--Was it radical religious terrorism or murderous workplace revenge?
Are guns the problem or would more guns have been the solution?
Do we close our borders to people whose religion we don't trust, or treat them with compassion and tolerance?
Those questions are bound to keep swirling around an investigation that's managed to explain precisely what happened this week in San Bernardino but cannot tell us why the shooting happened or what it means.
The mystery, the contradictions and the breach of convention make the holiday party siege particularly unsettling:
A quiet, accommodating government worker and his reclusive wife don black masks and battle gear and spray a crowd of his co-workers with semiautomatic rifle fire, killing 14 and wounding 21.
They leave behind few clues and no manifesto -- just an arsenal of ammunition and home-made bombs, and a 6-month-old daughter who will never know her parents as anything other than misguided monsters.
The FBI is leaning toward terrorism as an explanation. The husband, Syed Rizwan Farook, had once been in touch with individuals from two Muslim terror groups. The wife, Tashfeen Malik, had pledged allegiance to an Islamic State leader in a Facebook post.
The couple may have been "radicalized" by extremist propaganda, officials said Friday. But there's no evidence that they are part of an official terror network.
It's a sign of the times that I was relieved when I heard that.
That means I can lump them in with the right-wing nut accused of shooting up a Planned Parenthood clinic in Colorado last month. Or the Confederate-flag-loving loser charged with killing nine people in a South Carolina church last spring.
That we can stop scanning the crowd for that wild-eyed white guy in the movie theater -- and give ourselves permission to worry again about the brown-skinned man sporting a beard or the woman wearing a veil.
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I remember making the rounds of local mosques 14 years ago, while we were reeling from the horror of Sept. 11. I moved among silent, hollow-eyed penitents, shocked that their brethren could do such an evil thing in the name of their religion.
As I put my notebook away and headed for my car, an anguished mother stopped me and took my hands in hers.
"Will they blame our children for this?" she asked, her voice trembling and her eyes red.
I didn't know what to say then.
Today I'm afraid I'd have to answer yes.
It uncomplicates things for us to consider Farook and Malik a solitary pair of hate-filled zealots, jealous of our freedom-loving ways.
But there's no making sense of the bloodbath they caused, and no salve for the pain of victims, survivors, friends and families whose lives will never be the same.
