Five Years Later....

[dawn_felagund]

A Quick Introductory Note:I have written this post for myself because I want most of all for my journal to be just that: a journal that I can look upon in a few--or many--years time. I am leaving it unlocked, however, because I think [hope?] that discussing and thinking about these things will help us in the end, whether in the practical sense of

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[dawn_felagund]

I was lucky that no one close to me was lost. My f-i-l lost two old friends, but that was the closest that it came to home for me. I am thankful every day for that.

But the stories...they were still people, even if I didn't know them, and I couldn't help but think, What if it had been one of *my* loved ones? The story of the people confined to wheelchairs who couldn't get down the stairs after the planes hit and the people who jumped holding hands is what made me cry the most. I am tearful now, even five years later. It just never goes away.

politicians seem to think that saying it in a speech is like calling on a magical spell that will draw everyone's loyalty to them.

This is so true, and I remember being so incredibly angry at this "magic word." "Oh, remember 9/11; we do this for them!" I don't think that the people who died that day would want killing and hate done in their names. After all, killing and hate are what caused 9/11 in the first place.

It just keeps circling. We get attacked and hate all brown-skinned people, which gives the radicals all the more "proof" as to why young and impressionable and angry people should become terrorists...it never ends.