To follow that last post:  I may not be able to express how I feel about the Tsarnaev brothers, but Andrew Lam can do it for me. I cannot recommend highly enough that you read this essay.

As part of it, here is the most resonant description of inherited trauma that I have ever read. This is a topic I want to explore in my own writing, but honestly, Lam kind of has it covered. (I mean, did he know my grandmother personally?)

Here is what I know: it is inevitable that children born into war inherit trauma, even if they didn’t experience that war first hand. The inheritance is deep rooted, and it seeps in below the surface: the way the adults talk of the past, the way fragments of their history replay on TV, the way sadness hangs in the refugee home like heavy air, like smoke; a lost home, a shattered people, the humiliation, the overwhelming nostalgia; it seeps into dreams. And when they are vulnerable, when their lives in America unravel and their access to America’s grandeur is blocked and denied, the old memories and unshaped desires have a way of reaching out to take hold.