Personal tragedy, national shame
By Donald KirkJINDO ― A mother and her sister burst into hysterics, leaping up from the mat on which they had been resting on the floor of the gymnasium where hundreds were waiting for news of loved ones trapped aboard the sunken ferry boat.The two had just seen a photograph of the boy whom they last saw alive boarding the ferry Sewol at Incheon a week earlier for a holiday cruise to scenic Jeju.In vain, a volunteer tried to comfort them as they ran out, jumping into a bus for the 20-minute ride to the docks. A double row of policemen escorted their son’s body, wrapped in a white body bag, from the coast guard vessel to which divers had transferred it after finding it in the depths of the ferry.No matter how resigned the relatives are to the fates of sons and daughters, they cannot overcome the horror of the finality of confirmation of death in the frantic moments as the Sewol sank off the coast of this community of rolling farmland and comfortable homes and shops beside a seascape of small islands extending to the horizon.All day long on a glorious Easter Sunday, I saw parents
