I live in Manhattan. 9/12/01 was an unforgettable day, even more so than 9/11/01. I will never forget walking the streets that morning--everybody looked shell-shocked, like they woke up in a world they did not know. The streets had an eerie feel to them. I felt as if everything was brand new, as if I were experiencing the city for the very first time. The city looked different, it sounded different, it smelled different. On my way to work I happened to pass by my Hindu pharmacist. He's usually very friendly with me, but on that morning he walked quickly with his head down, barely acknowledging me. He was obviously terrified that somebody might mistake him for a Muslim and attack him.
Walking to work on 11/03/04, I had that same shell-shocked feeling. I saw on another DU thread where fellow New Yorker Chelsea Patriot said it felt like it was 9/12/01 (
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=show_mesg&forum=102&topic_id=956633&mesg_id=957483&page=), and I knew instantly exactly what they meant. As I passed by people the morning after the election,I was wondering if they felt as I did. I had been nearly obsessed about this election, so I figured most people were not as emotional as I was. But I was wrong. I realized what was different about this morning. The streets were full of people going about their daily routine--but nobody was talking. It was the same eerie, cinematic quiet that I had felt on 9/12/01. Everybody had withdrawn into their self, silently trying to cope with this new world they now found themselves living in.
Once again, our city had felt attacked. A president whose record was four years of total failure had been elected simply because an apparent majority of Americans felt that he was on their side in opposition to the culture that New York has come to symbolize. And, as on 9/12/01, we realized that we are hated, we are vulnerable, and we don't know when, or in what form, the next attack will come.