Had someone done this to my son I would not have ever been able to recover my sanity. When my kids get sick with the flu I freak out like a little old fretful granny.
The cult of Islam itself is monstrous, of course, and breeds the Attas and Bin Ladens and Zarqawis. Still, I lived abroad, and know many muslims who I count as friends, Sunni, Shite and Druze, and they are not massively screwed up, nor savages. Nor do they want to kill me or trample on who we are.
I feel deeply sad for this man; more, I feel compelled to excuse him his lunacy, and understand entirely his hope that muslims might see reason. There is no such thing as false hope (from Milton to presnt day individuals throw this term around -one may either hope, or have no hope). He is hopeful, and I would not begrudge him that, especially given the horror he's faced.
I have hope. Or perhaps more accurately, I have not lost hope: that we will win, that we will achieve peace, that the middle east will find a non-violent, non hateful way forward.
Sorry for the tender moment.
Where I hold him in contempt is his willful obstruction of people who are trying to prevent other such murders and outrages.