I didn't think I would write this post. I was sure that there would definitely be blogs about September 1 on the site. Not about September 1, which is the Day of Knowledge - bouquets, bows and the first bell. And about that September 1st, which was eight years ago. In Beslan. About that September 1st, when at first there were also bows, flowers and a bell. And then suddenly - a truck, bearded guys, a gym and bombs hanging from the ceiling.
But there are no blogs. And it's unclear why. Have you really forgotten? Don't they remember? Or don't want to remember?
And they don’t show it on Russian channels, they don’t remember it. I specifically watched the news broadcasts. There was nothing about Beslan. They talked about Knowledge Day, they talked about City Day in Moscow, they talked about the Olympic champion and Olympic lessons, they talked about our President Putin at an Olympic lesson, they talked about Krymsk, they talked about raids on malicious defaulters. But no, they didn’t tell us about Beslan.
I think they let us forget, they let us not remember. Because if you remember, then the question is immediately: who will be responsible for Beslan? A very inconvenient question. To which the authorities do not want to answer. Because if you answer, then it’s like this: the authorities will answer.
After all, it was the authorities who allowed that in peacetime, schoolchildren who came to the festive assembly at their home school found themselves hostage by an entire detachment of well-armed terrorists. The detachment, which traveled freely throughout the Caucasus, reached Beslan, landed in the school yard and took more than a thousand people hostage.
The authorities lied about the number of hostages, reducing it three (!) times. The authorities lied that children were very hardy and could survive without water and food for several days. The authorities lied that the terrorists were not making demands. The authorities chickened out and did not go to the school for negotiations. The authorities ineptly managed the operational headquarters and some ridiculous liberation operation in which 334 people died.
And the authorities do not want to answer. And that’s why it’s easier for her to forget and let us all forget. So that they don’t remember, so that they don’t ask.
The Beslan residents themselves no longer ask. Yesterday I met with my mother, who was in Beslan school in those days with her first-grader son , and also with my mother, my brother, my brother’s wife and their child, a two-year-old girl. It’s a miracle, but they survived, that’s all. And they accepted this miracle as the highest mercy and incredible luck. Therefore, they were simply glad that they survived and did not ask the authorities for anything. They simply returned to their homes, closed the doors behind them and preferred to remember as little as possible. This mother did not leave her son in Beslan. Having received an offer from the Podmoskovny Lyceum, she sent her son there to study. Today he went to 9th grade. And his mother, like 8 years ago, lives in a rented tiny apartment, works as a teacher in a newly built Beslan school and pays half of an even smaller teacher’s salary for the apartment. But I’m glad that I’m alive, that my son is alive, that she’s trying to be happy. But every day he remembers what happened. And he believes that this will never happen again, and human memory will not forget this.
I don't believe.