I just finished watching the documentary "102 minutes that Change America" for the 2nd time. And I'm absolutely beside myself.
I think that, for many, each year that passes dulls the reality of the attacks. At some point in the future, what happened on that day will seem like some terrible dream. Some horrible nightmare that accidentally made it into the history books.
It doesn't seem that way for me. It has taken me 8 years to fully understand the magnitude of that day. And I'm still not sure that I can wrap my mind around what happened. But each year that passes brings the attacks closer to me; it makes them tangible.
I was a 10 year old kid playing hooky on a Tuesday so I could stay home and watch cartoons. It was 6 something in the morning and I was sitting on the couch in Gilbert, Arizona. I was flipping through the channels when I came across a news story saying that airplanes had crashed into the World Trade Center and the Pentagon. I had no clue what the World Trade Center was and had only the faintest idea about the Pentagon. I sat there and watched both towers fall. I listened to Bush address the people.
My mom came home early and we watched news commentary talking about retaliation.
But most of those memories are distant. While it seemed that what I was watching was significant in some way, a 10 year old can barely keep track of his own world, let alone a world 2500 miles away. And so 9/11 started out as a strange TV show that played out one early morning as I ate oatmeal in my underwear.
Each anniversary passed and I grew older and more aware of the world. The families of victims would go on the news and read off the names of the love ones they lost.
In 2004, I went on a 2 week junior high graduation trip to Washington DC and New York City. On the final day of the trip, the group visited ground zero. It was a giant hole in the ground with various forms of trucks driving in and out of it. I remember seeing a building next door that was covered in a giant sheet of some kind and was in the process of being demolished one floor at a time. I took some photos and we left. The only part of the WTC that I have ever seen in person is "The Sphere" in Battery Park.
It wasn't until my junior or senior year in high school that I began to wonder just how terrible that day must have been for all those people in NYC. To have loved ones in or around those buildings. Watching a part of their lives fall from the sky. Their world must have felt destroyed.
I watched "102 minutes…" in sheer terror. I don't know how many times I have seen the towers fall; hundreds, probably. So it wasn't necessarily the physical attacks themselves that disturbed me. It was watching and hearing the people.
It was watching someone hang out a window 1500 feet above the ground trying to catch a breath of fresh air so that they can live a few minutes longer. It was watching that person give up hope and jump. It was hearing the screams of pure agony coming from the sobbing observers as 110 stories of human life plummeted towards earth.
I never want to hear or see such things ever again.
And so brings me to the main point of all my ramblings.
I am filled with so much indescribable rage right now because the American people have been subjected to such gross propaganda for the last 8 years.
How can these people live with themselves?
Is it not horrific enough that 2995 people lost theirs lives that day?
This is how our government and media honored the victims of 9/11...
The Bush Administration made a scary color coded terror alert system that lets us know how paranoid we should be on a day to day basis.
And the "War on Terror" has cost the lives of more than 30,000 soldiers and hundreds of thousands, if not millions, of civilians
We have detained and tortured thousands of potentially and likely innocent people. We fly people, chained and muzzled like dogs, to other countries so foreign authorities can do things to "terrorists" that even our own guys won't do.
And we "accidentally" bomb villages in far off places, killing innocent men, women and children.
Fox News tells us all how close we are to another attack. Our lives are filled with ticking time bomb scenarios. We MUST get to these dirty muslims before they attack us again. Don't you pussy liberals understand that? DON'T YOU LOVE AMERICA?!
We've thrown out our own rights as American citizens because some talking head convinced us that security is of the utmost importance. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
And so, I look back on what I have learned over the past 2940 days. It makes me sick to my stomach. The US government remembers so many lives lost by killing and torturing so many more.
Yes, those 19 hijackers destroyed countless lives that Tuesday morning. If there is an after life, they deserve whatever hell they currently suffer in.
But what about our own terrorists? What justice have they received?
Our will as a people was tested on September 11th 2001. But the true test of ourselves is whether or not we are willing to seek out justice for the terrorism our own government has wrought on humanity.
I fear that we have truly lost our way as a country. But I still hold out hope, no matter how small, that we have leaders somewhere willing to do whats rights.
We must stop the exploitation. We must bring the true terrorists to justice.
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If this doesn't make sense, I apologize. I realize that the anniversary was almost a month ago. I was just so angry over this entire situation that I had to write down my thoughts. I feel like we should be talking about this every day until something is done.