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Five years ago, I was fairly sickened by the state of the party. After months and months of growing dread - I don't use that word lightly, either - I felt completely powerless to stop the horrible machinations in place as the first bombs were dropped. I knew the horror that would never be shown on the television sets.
In fact, since 9/11, the televisions and media showed nothing but hawkishness and more hawkishness, slobbering over how sexy Donald Rumsfeld was in his uniform, pissing on themselves about their fabulous "embed" spot. Even freakin' Phil Donahue couldn't keep on the air with the lamest of criticisms.
I was pissed off, deeply disappointed, frustrated and confused about the milky, spineless performance of national Democrats. Gephardt's betrayal in the rose garden will never be forgiven. And although most Democrats were craven scoundrels, to me the worst were the Democrats like Lieberman who decided to use the invasion as a chance to pump up their "tough" image.
Like Rev. Wright, I looked to America's foreign policy as a source of the 9/11 attacks - though anything but a justification. That said, anyone vaguely paying attention KNEW that there was no connection between the attacks and the Iraq invasion, but it seemed all but useless to point it out since the media - and even some Democrats like one of our candidates - kept conflating the two for their own personal reasons.
I protested on the streets of NYC, I nearly got trampled by police horses, and it was one of the few outlets of all my pent up emotions. The years that followed 9/11 and continued well past the "Mission Accomplished" banner put a lasting dent in my emotional life.
I became more and more political, unable to bear the weight of knowing my country so easily slipped into an unnecessary war that has cost humanity, so many families both here and there, so much.
As I write this, I realize that I have never fully come to terms with these haunting years, especially as we still have to fight just to insist that torture is un-American. I still look back at 9/11 and the unity we shared, and I think about what could have been if we were able to summon up all that common emotion for the good of the world, rather than letting politics take the cheap way out.
I still am burned by the failure of Democrats to take a stand when it mattered, before the Pandora's box was opened, spilling out so much needless blood.
But today I have hope. It is a fragile hope, given the events we have lived through. But it is still there. There is still hope.
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