David Remnick: The Brothers Tsarnaev: The New Yorker In the midst of the Second World War, Joseph Stalin, seized by one of his historic fits of paranoia and cruelty, declared the Chechen people disloyal to the U.S.S.R. and banished them from their homeland in the northern Caucasus to Central Asia and the Siberian wastes. Tens of thousands of Chechens, along with members of other small ethnic groups from the Caucasus and the Crimean Peninsula, died in the mass deportation or soon after - some from cold, some from starvation. The Tsarnaev family eventually settled in a town called Tokmok, in Kyrgyzstan, not far from the capital, Bishkek. Most who survived the next thirteen years in exile were permitted to return home, in the late fifties, under Nikita Khrushchev, and they reëstablished a sense of place as well as identity. Some remained expatriates. Chechens speak Russian with a thick accent; more often they speak their own language, Noxchiin Mott. The Caucasus region is multicultural in the extreme, but the predominant religion in the north is Islam. The Chechen national spirit is what is invariably called "fiercely independent." When the Soviet Union collapsed, in 1991, nationalist rebels fought two horrific wars with the Russian Army for Chechen independence. In the end, the rebel groups were either decimated or came over to the Russian side. But rebellion persists, in Chechnya and in the surrounding regions - Dagestan and Ingushetia - and it is now fundamentalist in character. The slogan is "global jihad." The tactics are kidnappings, assassinations, bombings. Anzor Tsarnaev, an ethnic Chechen who lived much of his life in Kyrgyzstan, emigrated a decade ago to the Boston area with his wife, two daughters, and two sons. Despite arthritic fingers, he made his living as an auto mechanic. Members of the family occasionally attended a mosque on Prospect Street in Cambridge, but there seemed nothing fundamentalist about their outlook. Anzor's elder son, Tamerlan, appeared never to connect fully with American life. "I don't have a single American friend," Tamerlan told a photographer named Johannes Hirn, who asked to take pictures of him training as a boxer. I don't understand them. He studied, indifferently, at Bunker Hill Community College, for an engineering degree. He described himself as "very religious"; he didn't smoke or drink. Twenty-six and around two hundred pounds, he boxed regularly at Wai Kru Mixed Martial Arts. He loved "Borat" ("even though some of the jokes are a bit too much"). He had a daughter, but scant stability. Three years ago, he was arrested for domestic assault and battery. "In America, you can't touch a woman," Anzor told the Times. David Bernstein, a retired mathematician from Moscow, who emigrated thirty-three years ago, said he knew the family because he used to take his car in regularly to Anzor. He noticed that Tamerlan sometimes worked at the body shop, although he didn't seem happy about it. "I talked with Tamerlan about stupid things," Bernstein recalled. I asked him if he knew about his name, the great warrior. He talked a little about religion and politics. I said everyone is religious in a certain sense, and he said I should become a Muslim. I put him off, saying everyone invents his own religion. When Bernstein discovered that his acquaintance was believed to be responsible for an act of terror at the finish line of the Boston Marathon, he was mystified. "I feel like Forrest Gump," he said. Suddenly, he is famous through this terrible act, and I had these conversations with him. But who can say they know him, really? Dzhokhar, nineteen, had graduated from Cambridge Rindge and Latin School, where he was a locally celebrated wrestler, described as slight, agile, and a little shy. He won a scholarship from the City of Cambridge. He worked for a couple of years as a lifeguard at a pool on the Harvard campus. A fellow-lifeguard remembered him as a "nice" kid with a "good sense of humor." Dzhokhar's high-school friends remembered him fondly, too. "He was a cool guy," Ashraful Rahman said. I never got any bad vibes from him. He wasn't a star student, but he was smart. We met sometimes at the mosque in Cambridge. Dzhokhar went to the mosque more than I did, but he wasn't completely devoted. When I think about this, I have to ask, was he forced to do this? Was he brainwashed? It's so out of character. And you have to remember - he was a stoner. He was really into marijuana. And generally guys like that are very calm, cool. Essah Chisholm, a fellow-wrestler, said, "He was a cool dude." But when Chisholm and a couple of his friends saw photographs of the Tsarnaev brothers on television Thursday night, they called the F.B.I. tip line. Late that night, the armed confrontation began - a shoot-out, a furious chase, hurled bombs. "It's mind-boggling," Chisholm said on Friday afternoon. Every time I see his name on TV, it's just unbelievable. To see Dzhokhar's name, to see his face. I think this had to do with his older brother. Unless he was some sort of sleeper agent, I think his brother had a pretty strong influence. Tamerlan maybe felt like he didn't belong, and he might have brainwashed Dzhokhar into some radical view that twisted things in the Koran. The sense of bland unknowingness - "He seemed so nice!" - began to evaporate the closer we got to the Tsarnaev brothers. Tamerlan's YouTube channel features a series of videos in support of fundamentalism and violent jihad, including a rant by Feiz Muhammad, an Australian cleric and ex-boxer based in Malaysia; in one video, the cleric goes on about the evil "paganism" in the Harry Potter movies. Another video provides a dramatization of the Armageddon prophecy of the Black Banners of Khurasan, an all-powerful Islamic military force that will rise up from Central Asia and defeat the infidels; it is a martial-religious prophecy favored by Al Qaeda. Dzhokhar's Twitter feed - @J_tsar - is a bewildering combination of banality and disaffection. He seems to have been tweeting even after the explosions at the finish line last Monday. As you scan it, you encounter a young man's thoughts: his jokes, his resentments, his prejudices, his faith, his desires. March 14, 2012 - a decade in america already, I want out August 16, 2012 - The value of human life ain't shit nowadays that's #tragic August 22, 2012 - I am the best beer pong player in Cambridge. I am the #truth September 1, 2012 - Idk why it's hard for many of you to accept that 9/11 was an inside job. I mean I guess fuck the facts y'all are some real #patriots #gethip December 24, 2012 - Brothers at the mosque either think I'm a convert or that I'm from Algeria or Syria, just the other day a guy asked me how I came to Islam January 15, 2013 - I don't argue with fools who say islam is terrorism it's not worth a thing, let an idiot remain an idiot March 13, 2013 - Never try to fork a mini tomato while wearing a white shirt, it will explode April 10, 2013 - Gain knowledge, get women, acquire currency #livestrong April 15, 2013 - Ain't no love in the heart of the city, stay safe people April 15, 2013 - There are people that know the truth but stay silent & there are people that speak the truth but we don't hear them cuz they're the minority April 16, 2013 - I'm a stress free kind of guy Gregory Shvedov, the editor of a Web site based in Moscow called Caucasian Knot, visits the Caucasus regularly and studies both the jihadist movement and the Russian government and military's draconian behavior in the region. He was hardly shocked that two ethnic Chechens, raised largely in the U.S. but with a strong attachment to their homeland, might carry out such an act on a "soft target" like the marathon. "These days there are social networks, and people make their decisions from them," he said from Moscow. I would not be surprised if they had another life over social media. What kind of videos are they watching? What kind of lectures and YouTubes about jihad? If Tamerlan did what he is suspected of doing, he might not have got his education, or instructions, entirely through digital means. On January 12, 2012, he flew from New York to Moscow, a regular target of Chechen rage; he didn't return until seven months later. The greatest sympathy is reserved for the families of those who were killed by the bombing and in the violent pursuit that followed - and for the dozens who were severely injured in the blasts. Even the most ardent New Yorkers felt a profound allegiance to, and love for, the people of Boston. But, as the day was coming to an end, you could not help but feel something, too, for the parents of the perpetrators, neither of whom could fathom the possibility of their sons" guilt, much less their cruelty and evil. Interviewed at their apartment in Makhachkala, the capital city of Dagestan, they spoke of a "setup," an F.B.I. plot. The mother, Zubeidat Tsarnaeva, told the television station Russia Today, "Every single day, my son used to call me and ask me, "How are you, Mama?" Both of them. Mama, we love you. . . . My son never would keep a secret. The father described Dzhokhar as an "angel." By the end of Friday (Saturday morning in Dagestan) their sons were gone - one dead, the other wounded, hospitalized, and under arrest. The Tsarnaev family had been battered by history before - by empire and the strife of displacement, by exile and emigration. Asylum in a bright new land proved little comfort. When Anzor fell sick, a few years ago, he resolved to return to the Caucasus; he could not imagine dying in America. He had travelled halfway around the world from the harrowed land of his ancestors, but something had drawn him back. The American dream wasn't for everyone. What they could not anticipate was the abysmal fate of their sons, lives destroyed in a terror of their own making. The digital era allows no asylum from extremism, let alone from the toxic combination of high-minded zealotry and the curdled disappointments of young men. A decade in America already, I want out. ♦