Friday, September 11, 2015

September 11, 2001: 14 Years Later



What can be said today that hasn’t already been said?

Mere words seem rather futile anyhow.

Yet, we promised to Never Forget, so I'll write.

I was 21 years old the day the towers fell. Terrorism wasn’t the every day term it is now back then, at least not in my world. I’d never heard the name Osama Bin Laden. I didn’t even really know what the World Trade Center was. I’d seen the news after the first attack on the towers in 1993 so I was aware there were these huge buildings in New York City where something bad had happened and that something worse was happening to them now, but, back then, the idea of a terrorist or terrorism didn’t fit into the scope of my sheltered mind.  

I miss that.

That day, to me, was an unprovoked attack on our great nation by very bad men. I bought an American flag and went to rallies. I cheered when George W. Bush promised first responders through his megaphone from atop the smoldering pile of rubble at Ground Zero that the people who’d brought down those buildings would hear from us all very soon. Over and over again, I listened to Toby Keith sing about how getting a boot in the ass is the American way. I couldn’t believe the audacity of The Dixie Chicks for saying they were ashamed to be from the same state as our president. I seethed watching “them” in the streets of “their” countries cheering the attacks and burning the American flag.

This is AMERICA. We take care of the world. Give us your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free! How could anybody hate us? Moreover, how dare they?  

Fucking NUKE them.

Them.

Wipe them out. Who cares? Nobody messes with the United States of America

That’s how I felt that day and in the days and weeks and even years following.

I understood evil for the first time and I wanted it destroyed.  

Anyhow, I thought I’d understood it.

Evil comes in many forms though, doesn’t it?

Heroes eventually fall.

14 years ago I swore to Never Forget and I haven’t. I will never forget the 2996 people who died in the towers and on the planes and at the Pentagon that day, and the thousands who have died as a result of the attacks in the years since. They didn’t deserve the horror that happened to them. Their families didn’t deserve to be torn apart.

No family does. No matter where on the planet they reside. No matter the resources their region has to offer. No matter the greed of bloated policy makers in far off countries.

So, Never Forget. Never forget that everybody is a “them” to somebody and it’s up to us as human beings to look beyond what’s being spoon fed to us by our monopolized media and purchased politicians and see what’s really going on out there.

Maybe then we can start turning this thing around. This being our world. Maybe then those 2996 people on 9/11, and the millions of other human beings who have died as a result of war won’t have died in vain. Maybe then we’ll have truly learned from our history and will no longer be doomed to repeat it.

Maybe.