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I was in Leicester the tail end of August and beginning of September in 2001. Before I returned home I was going to spend three days in London. I was due to fly out of Heathrow to the States the Sunday after 9/11.
I was on the job the day the planes hit. The support from my coworkers--both Muslim and Christian--was amazing. They all worried with me when I tried to reach my niece who was living in Manhattan, rejoiced with me when I finally received the email from her letting me know she was okay, then shared in my horror as I read the entirety of the email (my niece was stopped on the bridge off the island and was witnessing the collapse of the second tower as she typed). The day before I left a coworker asked me if I felt comfortable in flying back. I didn't but said I did. I wanted to be home with my family, you see.
The cabbie that drove me to London told me there would be a moment of silence later in the day to honor the WTC victims. He dropped me off at the hotel ten minutes before the moment began. I was used to the half-assed, semi-mournful "moments of silence" that I've witnessed here in the states. But in London, there were signs on door after door of the shops warning customers not to expect to conduct business during that time. And when the bells began to ring, everything stopped. Shops stopped in the middle of their transactions, the bell-hops and clerks at the hotel stopped moving, the people on the street stopped in the middle of walking--London, hell, the whole country SHUT DOWN for three minutes to show their solidarity.
The next day I went past the American Embassy. The grounds were a sea of bouquets, an acre of flowers everywhere, little notes--I'm not one to tear up at the drop of a hat, but even thinking back on it can make me cry.
And I was watching "The Last Night of the Proms" on TV when, for the first time since the end of WWII, "Rule Britannia" was replaced with the most beautiful elegy ( I wish I could remember the name of the tune). There was little debate around the change. The celebratory "Rule Britannia" was deemed "not right" after what had just happened, so the change was made, without much fanfare and without any boasting.
Then there was the news--I watched the news constantly from the moment I found out that the planes had hit. It was comprehensive, concise, thoughtful, balanced--all the things I soon realized our MSM was not. When I arrived home, there was no more "world response" to the event. It was all about the US, and soon degenerated into the stupid crap that makes our MSM famous--the concert to raise money, how Mariah Carey looked at the concert to raise money, what George Clooney did with the raised money. With the occasional shot of Muslims dancing in the street thrown in to get that anti-Muslim hatred wheel a' turning. (Another realization surfaced when that footage aired for the fortieth time--where once I would have watched that stereotypical clip with cynicism, now I was mortally offended after having spent the last month working shoulder to shoulder with Muslims and having the most enlightening AND educational conversations with them, both before AND AFTER Sept. 11th).
In fact, my withdrawal from that wealth of REAL information was what sent me stumbling to the internet for news. Which--long story not so short--in turn led me here. So you could say that England turned me from the casual Liberal I was before to the screeching radical harpy that I'm proud to say I've evolved into today. I guess you can figure out where my long, looooong post is leading. I definitely vote that you go. You don't know me from Adam, of course, so I won't be offended if you take more practical issues into consideration and decide not to. But if you do go, do me a favor. Just in case by some freakish occurance an opening appears in a conversation, tell them a woman in Texas was changed by everything she witnessed during that time in England, and she feels their loss as strongly as they felt ours. Then raise a pint to honor England's citizens for me.
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