9/11
I remember 9/11 vividly. I don’t remember much of a childhood before my disease began, but I remember this day. I was only 12 years old. I didn’t understand so much in the beginning, but then again, neither did anyone else. No one can really understand why it happened. We’re given our reason, the overthrow of capitalism, but until we are brain-washed by the Al Qaeda, we can’t understand. And there’s no reason for why anymore. It happened, and there is no excuse for it.
The images of firefighters saving children, the elderly, people running down the streets of New York from the Tsunami of dust, particles of machine and man. The images of men and women searching the streets and rubble for lost ones. Images of humanity, desperation, pain, and hopelessness. Images of friends, co-workers, religious and political, jumping from the destruction a thousand feet in the air, holding onto their mortal companions, reluctantly praying for forgiveness, for mercy, for their lives.
I have seen these images for ten years. Yes, I’m lucky to know no one who died over this fight for democracy. But it still touches me deeply that whether it is a terrorist plot, or a random street killing, people die daily unfairly, their lives stole from them for self-righteous freedom. For power, for fame. People that once existed, now dead, as useful as the dirt that covers them. These people with purpose, with promise, with pride.
I came home from school when I was twelve and watched my dad staring at the television. I didn’t understand until then, when I placed my own vision on the news, what terrorism was. I was only twelve, and I was witnessing a war unseen in this country for decades, and before that, centuries. I was twelve, and it was them when I left my childhood. Because I had seen death, acts of pure raw desperation. Things that children needed to be cloaked of.
We must all understand that 9/11 was a day that should not be remembered for the Islamic people. Not against democracy, and not even about President George W. Bush. 9/11 is a day that we remember that life is unfair, unjust, painful. So, before we leave for our meaningless jobs, drive away in our fast and expensive cars, to live a life full of meaning and love. Kiss your loved ones. Do something good for this world. Don’t live your life in regret.
Ten years ago, American lives ended in vain. Don’t allow the same to happen to you.
