September 11, 2004
Three years ago today, our nation was humbled in a multiplicity of ways. Lives were lost senselessly, the idea of national security came into question, our economy took a hit, air travel changed forever, patriotism was re-defined, and for a young person like myself, the concept of "war" was more palpable than any other experience to which I could personally bear witness. Our nation has never been, and will never be the same.
We all have our "where were you when?" stories. Most of us will always remember our exact geographical point in that hour. Three days prior to what we've called one of the greatest tragedies in American history, I had just dropped out of college for good and was heading back home on a plane to Seattle. My original flight was scheduled to leave the east coast on September 11th. I still have my itinerary. But, a few days before my trip, I felt impressed to change my departure date. I will always be glad I made that decision.
Where was I? Where many of us unemployed citizens on the west coast were that early in the morning, sound asleep and regretfully oblivious--until my phone rang with the news. I flipped through every major news channel I knew of. In that instant, I realized that I'd watched too many multi-million dollar action movies. My mind was numb and desensitized to what I was viewing. Unable to separate the real from what I saw on the movies, I watched the footage over and over again, trying to make it tangible for myself. In that moment, so much became irrelevant. In that brief moment, we were nonpartisan.
In the weeks following the devastation of so many families, I knew one thing was certain: I was sick of hearing "God Bless America". Churches were packed out with mourners, and normally absent do-gooders, searching for significance, answers, and meaning. The helpless lined the streets outside local blood banks, seeking to appease their moral consciences, wanting to "help" in some way. There was a time when I suspected that the logic of America would finally realize the hate-filled lies, slaughter, and sorcery long perpetuated by those who fear the name of Allah.
Three years later, America forgot. Michelle Malkin cautions us not to mis-remember. As with all things "American", I say slap it on a t-shirt:
Front: "Consciousness is Temporary"
Back: America Bless God.
Posted by Ambra at September 11, 2004 1:20 AM in Politics