Manchester Arena : the darkest day in pop history
It’s the darkest day in pop history.
Thousands of children having fun at a pop concert. Dancing. Happy.
Manchester Arena packed with smiling faces at an Ariana Grande concert. Kids.
22 people, mostly children dead, blown up with a nail bomb by a spineless, cowardly, pathetic individual.
All for what?
Creating terror instead of joy?
No agenda. No point. Cowardly carnage.
They say ‘lone wolf’ – hardly a wolf.
The city has been full of sirens all night. Full of tears.
Thoughts and love to the families who lost loved ones or were caught up in the attack.
Minutes after the event the city centre felt strange. Heavy.
Where do we go from here? Manchester will never buckle. Manchester created with bravery and compassion. Small acts. Big hearts.
You picked on the wrong city.
We need to look after each other. We need to look at security at our concerts and events. We will need to accept changes to our culture to increase safety. We need to spread the love to defeat the hate.
Love is louder than war.