Worst blogger ever...
Hmm...when I started this blog, I thought I'd be constantly full of wit and have fun stories and interesting things to say on a daily basis...or at least something close to that. Guess I was wrong.
Well, it's the five year anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy. I think the mood of the day was pretty much established when I walked out to my car in the drizzling rain and dropped my leftovers in the street while fumbling with my keys. The container cracked and I watched my soup run out into the street. *sigh*
I'm not one to feel unified under such circumstances...I've never considered myself to be very patriotic...save for a brief period in my youth when I would annoy the crap out of my dad by constantly singing patriotic songs every time we got in the car. Hey, he bought me that Wee Sing America book/cassette. His fault. No, I usually root for the underdog...which is rarely the great United States of America. I still have strange feelings about this day five years ago. Where was I at the time? I was sitting in my Entomology class wondering where my professor was. This was actually later in the morning - in all actuality I was probably making breakfast or getting ready for the day when the planes struck in NYC. I had no idea what had taken place. I rode my bike to class just like any other day. It was probably right around this time the plane hit the Pentagon. Our TA came in and announced that Dr. Fell wouldn't be in class. His morning flight had been cancelled because of "the planes in New York." What? "Some planes crashed into the World Trade Center this morning." Huh? I was bewildered. I remember feeling concern and curiosity - what was really going on?
I rode home after a short class. When I shut the door Lindsay ran out from her room crying. "Did you hear?!"
"I heard some planes crashed in New York? What's going on?" I asked.
"Jocie, it's awful! Come see!"
I followed her back to her room and sat on her bed, my eyes fixed on the news. My jaw dropped. I watched the video of the one smoking tower. I watched the other plane hit the second tower. People were jumping from the windows. I actually watched people fall to their death. I watched the towers crumble and fall. The tears were running down my face. My stomach lurched. Then she told me about the Pentagon. I remember she was trying desperately to get ahold of her dad because he worked on Capitol Hill and she was worried about him. I tried to call my mom, who was working at the CIA building in Langly, VA. We couldn't get through. I didn't know how to feel. I felt sad. I felt shocked. I felt sorry for all those people, for their families. I felt sorry for our country. But, I didn't feel angry. People had their theories at the time, but I didn't feel angry. It was tragic.
I hate the sensationalism behind the tragedy. I hate that people refer to it as the 9/11 "terrorist attacks". I hate that this and similar incidents are called "terrorism", but war is "war". War is only terrorism that is announced and made official. Is our military occupation of other countries not terrorism? Is the presence of American troops on Muslim holy ground not terrorism in their eyes? Is it not terrorism when fear is instilled into American minds by our own president making "them" out to be the bad guys? It wasn't senseless - they had reasons. I'm not excusing the attacks...I'm just saying that people are angry on all sides. In our own sadness and anger, in our shock that such an event actually occurred in OUR country for once, let's not forget that people elsewhere have suffered terrorisim at the hands of the U.S. And let's not forget that there are things our government has done to create this situation. It isn't one-sided. Think about where you direct your anger. Think about how we got where we are.
Well, it's the five year anniversary of the 9/11 tragedy. I think the mood of the day was pretty much established when I walked out to my car in the drizzling rain and dropped my leftovers in the street while fumbling with my keys. The container cracked and I watched my soup run out into the street. *sigh*
I'm not one to feel unified under such circumstances...I've never considered myself to be very patriotic...save for a brief period in my youth when I would annoy the crap out of my dad by constantly singing patriotic songs every time we got in the car. Hey, he bought me that Wee Sing America book/cassette. His fault. No, I usually root for the underdog...which is rarely the great United States of America. I still have strange feelings about this day five years ago. Where was I at the time? I was sitting in my Entomology class wondering where my professor was. This was actually later in the morning - in all actuality I was probably making breakfast or getting ready for the day when the planes struck in NYC. I had no idea what had taken place. I rode my bike to class just like any other day. It was probably right around this time the plane hit the Pentagon. Our TA came in and announced that Dr. Fell wouldn't be in class. His morning flight had been cancelled because of "the planes in New York." What? "Some planes crashed into the World Trade Center this morning." Huh? I was bewildered. I remember feeling concern and curiosity - what was really going on?
I rode home after a short class. When I shut the door Lindsay ran out from her room crying. "Did you hear?!"
"I heard some planes crashed in New York? What's going on?" I asked.
"Jocie, it's awful! Come see!"
I followed her back to her room and sat on her bed, my eyes fixed on the news. My jaw dropped. I watched the video of the one smoking tower. I watched the other plane hit the second tower. People were jumping from the windows. I actually watched people fall to their death. I watched the towers crumble and fall. The tears were running down my face. My stomach lurched. Then she told me about the Pentagon. I remember she was trying desperately to get ahold of her dad because he worked on Capitol Hill and she was worried about him. I tried to call my mom, who was working at the CIA building in Langly, VA. We couldn't get through. I didn't know how to feel. I felt sad. I felt shocked. I felt sorry for all those people, for their families. I felt sorry for our country. But, I didn't feel angry. People had their theories at the time, but I didn't feel angry. It was tragic.
I hate the sensationalism behind the tragedy. I hate that people refer to it as the 9/11 "terrorist attacks". I hate that this and similar incidents are called "terrorism", but war is "war". War is only terrorism that is announced and made official. Is our military occupation of other countries not terrorism? Is the presence of American troops on Muslim holy ground not terrorism in their eyes? Is it not terrorism when fear is instilled into American minds by our own president making "them" out to be the bad guys? It wasn't senseless - they had reasons. I'm not excusing the attacks...I'm just saying that people are angry on all sides. In our own sadness and anger, in our shock that such an event actually occurred in OUR country for once, let's not forget that people elsewhere have suffered terrorisim at the hands of the U.S. And let's not forget that there are things our government has done to create this situation. It isn't one-sided. Think about where you direct your anger. Think about how we got where we are.
posted by Jocie at 11:58 AM
3 Comments:
Well said Jocie, if only our entire country were able to see the issue in this light we would be able to move on and stop wasting all of our time, energy, and resources on such a outrageously unproductive and downright criminal behavior.
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