Last week you did it again, attacking Bamako, ‪#‎Mali‬ with your guns and your bombs. My wife and I sheltered with our little boy, who you wanted to kill, all the while explaining away the explosions by making up stories that his three year old mind would understand. So I will mimic Antoine Leiris, whose wife you took last week in ‪#‎Paris‬ as I too respond to you. You will soon find that each time you perpetrate an act of evil the chorus of those who tell you of your failure will grow until it is a cacophony that drowns out your hate once and for all. Because we, who you wanted dead, are not threatened by you. The reason is simple; it is because you have nothing we want. If you wrote great novels that challenged our ideas, built great enterprises that bankrupted our own, or constructed epic philosophies that showed ours to be wanting we perhaps would fear you. But you do not create – you cannot create – you can only destroy. You know this just as much as we do; and that knowledge makes you violent and powerless. Fear you? Hate you? We who you would kill do not even have the time – we are too busy building our world, loving our families and living our lives. That is why you will never win. So know this; the next time you murder, somewhere else in the world, another will respond to you in turn – as Antoine did, as I am – and another and another until the sound of your hate is overwhelmed, and vanishes not in one of the blasts that you so love, but in a whimper.