To see your homeland under fire
And her people blown away
Have you forgotten when those towers fell
We had neighbors still inside goin' through a livin' hell
And we vow to get the ones behind Bin Laden
Have you forgotten?
I think Darryl had good reason.
I'm not a religious person. Ask anybody who knows me. I'm as far removed from religion as a person could possibly be. I'm not spiritual. I'm not existential. I don't pray. I'm a believer in the tangible. It has to be right in front of my nose.
But I am a believer in the sacred. Go figure.
I'm not even going to weigh in on the whole controversy about the potential for a mosque being built near Ground Zero, because I believe the media really likes to instigate dissent. They take the voice of any political/ideological minority and present it as if it's gospel to masses of people.
On another forum, I stated my simplified opinion on the media as this: It's no longer a matter of if it bleeds it leads. It's become if it bleeds, it leads, and if it refuses to bleed, we'll cut it until the blood begins to flow.
Obviously, I have little to no respect for mainstream media, and refuse to take part in their wag the dog mentality on reporting the so-called news.
Needless to say, I don't support an anti-Islam mentality. I believe the individual is either to blame or not to blame no matter the circumstances. Not a religion. So, if I get ranty, as I am wont to do when it comes to the subject of 9/11, please realize this: I am not discussing a race of people, or a religion. I am discussing one very specific group of people. My issue is with terrorists. My issue is with extremists. My issue is with the rat bastards who committed an act of war on American soil. So let's let the nonsensical ranting begin, shall we?
Let's get back to good ole Darryl for a second. Darryl was worried about whether or not we as Americans remembered just what happened on September 11, 2001. In 2003, when I first heard his song I couldn't fathom people forgetting the experience. I mean, come on. This was WAR. Terrorists climbed aboard commercial planes, took control of the cockpits, and slammed planes into the World Trade Center. Into the Pentagon. They meant to rain down fire on our nation's Capital, but a small group of regular people fought back and died trying to prevent that from happening.
How the hell do you forget that?
And yet here it is, nine years later ... and people aren't very angry anymore. We haven't even hit the ten year mark. And it's damn hard to find somebody who is angry.
Yeah, I know. Anger isn't productive. Anger isn't progressive. Anger isn't ... positive. We need to move forward. Well you know what? Sometimes I want to tell someone to go fuck that namby-pamby let's hold hands and get our kumbayayas out of our system mentality.
I'm angry. I will always be angry. I'm angry that the people who orchestrated this haven't all been hunted down and made to pay for their crimes. I'm angry at the stupidity of it all. At the fact that people celebrated the nearly 3,000 lost lives. That it was a victory to these sub-humans to orphan nearly 1,500 children. A victory to kill a flight attendant. A lawyer. A broker.
What angers me more is the apathy that has set in so few years since the events of 9/11. It isn't a simple matter of whether or not we've forgotten. It's more than that.
Have we become so numb a people that we can easily shrug off images of burning towers crashing to the ground? How can people look back on a day when people decided that leaping from a window over a hundred stories up was the better option than staying to face the hell that had just thrown itself into their lives and not shed a tear?
This is our generation's Pearl Harbor. You've heard of that, right? There are people alive who remember when Pearl Harbor happened who still feel grief. It still brings tears to their eyes. It's difficult to talk about because of the emotional toll.
And that's decades upon decades later. It's 2010, and already the apathy is there for our little group of desensitized drones.
It's the little things I see that anger me. How people on Facebook will rush to like a page like I stick my head in the toilet and flush and I like it! But when 9/11 comes around, they ignore the profiles that post an American flag, or a ribbon that announces they're thinking about that day in 2001. They can't be bothered with a moment of remembrance.
I'm not even asking where the anger is. I want to know where the reverence is. Where did it go? When did it become a frowned upon activity to want to take one day a year to remember innocent lives that were snuffed out all because of a stupid warped plot to make those big, stinky Americans pay for being American? Why is it no longer okay to grieve for these people? Why is it too much to ask that you take a couple of moments out of your busy, busy day to reflect on the day normal people who only wanted to do their jobs, or to get home to their families were attacked in a way none of ever could have prepared ourselves for?
Let's face it. This post right here? I predict two, maybe three replies, tops. It's not about fuzzy bunnies and happy daisies. The eyes will roll and the readers will just not bother.
I've been to Ground Zero. I've seen people grinning and doing bunny ears as they posed in front of the gaping hole that is now (or should be) consecrated ground. I've stood in the field in Shanksville, Pennsylvania and stared at the spot where a plane was driven into the ground while people loudly complained about a fine mist that fell from the clouds. Priorities, people.
Where the hell is the respect? Like I said, I'm not a religious person, but I believe in the sacred. When one walks the ground where lives were sacrificed for purely evil purposes, perhaps it would be wise to not act like an uncaged baboon. Just a thought from somebody with a modicum of dignity.
We've all heard about the whole book-burning event that was planned, then canceled, then I don't know, rescheduled again maybe. I've seen invites to counter the Quran burning by reading the Quran. Which is a fair enough thing to counter with since anybody who thinks a book-burning is the way to go are the ultimate examples of stupidity, but I've got a better idea.
How about we set the agendas aside tomorrow? Let's stop waving our conservative flag or our liberal flag and remember. Remember the innocents who died at the hands of coward terrorists. Remember the children orphaned when their mothers and fathers left home for the last time, never to return. Remember the grandparents, parents, siblings, children and friends who will spend tomorrow grieving for their lost loved ones. Remember how, for a brief period of time after the attacks, we came together as one country. There was no black, white, yellow or red. We were united as Americans. We collected money for survivors funds. We donated whatever we could to rescue and clean-up efforts. We comforted strangers in the street. National crime-rates plummeted.
We came together.
Tomorrow my thoughts will be with the survivors of those lost on American Airlines Flight 11, United Airlines Flight 93, and American Airlines Flight 77. Those who died in the World Trade Center. Those who died in the Pentagon. I will hope that they've found a way to grieve but move forward. I will hope that they have found peace. I'll be angry for them. I'll be sad for them. I'll wish them the best.
Look at what they had to sacrifice on September 11, 2001. As Americans, don't you think we still owe them at least that?