9/11 A Year Later
Well, it's almost over. The day of Infamy part 2.
I was watching this morning at all the ceremonies going on, and I felt that twinge of pain that I felt last year at that time.
I think the thing that made the floodgates come open again this year was on Good Morning America, they had a phone call from someone calling from the 106th floor of the WTC, it was a message left on a machine from a wife to a husband.. and she said, "I think a bomb has gone off in the building, and I love you so much, and I don't think I'll get out of here, and I want you to have a good life, I love you."
Just the thought of having to say "...have a good life." knowing that you won't be able to get out, of being trapped in a building that's about to come down all around you... and having to say that to a fucking MACHINE instead of hearing the voice of your loved one for the last time.. it made me cry.
I remember last year, waking up just around 6.30 or so to a phone call from a friend of mine saying "TURN ON THE TELEVISION!!" I was groggy, I couldn't really see very well through bleary eyes, as I walked up the stairs to the living room, and then as soon as I had the TV on, I was wide awake, and in complete awe of the situation. I watched thinking it was an accident, that somehow a plane had simply veared off course into the building. I watched in horror as a second plane came in and smashed into the south tower.
I kept thinking about the people in the planes, what they must have been thinking, seeing the WTC coming close and closer until they were enveloped in a fireball. I kept thinking also of the many people inside the WTC that never made it out... how it must have felt to be trapped with no way out, and then to feel the sensation of falling from god knows how high up, as beams and bricks fell all about them. I only hope death was as quick for the ones inside the towers as it was for the ones on the planes.
I watched all that morning till about 1 or 2pm PST, until it all reached a saturation point, and I couldn't handle it anymore. I cried, and then I was angry. I think to this day, I'm more saddened than I am angry. I'm angry that it would take an event like this to make us as Americans realize that despite the decadent lives we lead, the lives of priviledge that we take for granted, there are people willing to commit these types of horrific acts to get us to change. And for what?
But I'm saddened more for the families of the ones left behind, and on an grander scale, for the state of the world, that sees no end of violence, greed and not to mention RELIGIOUS FANATICS, or any fanatics for that matter... And more specificly to this nations state of affairs right now. Bush is a powermonger who's goal seems to be world domination, and he's taking all the steps he needs to right now, I'm sure, to accomplish that mission. Governing power corrupting at the very core of the human experience. This is why we as Earth's people will never get into space, or advance beyond what the natural resources of our world that are depleteing daily can provide for us because SOMEONE has to make a fucking BUCK?? And no one wants their apple cart overturned... they must keep the dollars flowing at the expense of ALL OF US. Oil companies mostly, but logging in my area is also a big problem. So willing to screw everyone of us over for a percentage.
-=*END RANT*=-
Your deaths, and your lives will not be forgotten, all who were affected by 911. If that's any consolation.
I can't help feel hopeful today, though, seeing how the world reacts to our pain here in the US, mainly because I think they see it simply as the affront to HUMANITY, that it was.
I think that we are one year closer to putting this behind us, not like we can forget, but we can move on. The wound is still quite fresh, but it's healing with time.
I was watching this morning at all the ceremonies going on, and I felt that twinge of pain that I felt last year at that time.
I think the thing that made the floodgates come open again this year was on Good Morning America, they had a phone call from someone calling from the 106th floor of the WTC, it was a message left on a machine from a wife to a husband.. and she said, "I think a bomb has gone off in the building, and I love you so much, and I don't think I'll get out of here, and I want you to have a good life, I love you."
Just the thought of having to say "...have a good life." knowing that you won't be able to get out, of being trapped in a building that's about to come down all around you... and having to say that to a fucking MACHINE instead of hearing the voice of your loved one for the last time.. it made me cry.
I remember last year, waking up just around 6.30 or so to a phone call from a friend of mine saying "TURN ON THE TELEVISION!!" I was groggy, I couldn't really see very well through bleary eyes, as I walked up the stairs to the living room, and then as soon as I had the TV on, I was wide awake, and in complete awe of the situation. I watched thinking it was an accident, that somehow a plane had simply veared off course into the building. I watched in horror as a second plane came in and smashed into the south tower.
I kept thinking about the people in the planes, what they must have been thinking, seeing the WTC coming close and closer until they were enveloped in a fireball. I kept thinking also of the many people inside the WTC that never made it out... how it must have felt to be trapped with no way out, and then to feel the sensation of falling from god knows how high up, as beams and bricks fell all about them. I only hope death was as quick for the ones inside the towers as it was for the ones on the planes.
I watched all that morning till about 1 or 2pm PST, until it all reached a saturation point, and I couldn't handle it anymore. I cried, and then I was angry. I think to this day, I'm more saddened than I am angry. I'm angry that it would take an event like this to make us as Americans realize that despite the decadent lives we lead, the lives of priviledge that we take for granted, there are people willing to commit these types of horrific acts to get us to change. And for what?
But I'm saddened more for the families of the ones left behind, and on an grander scale, for the state of the world, that sees no end of violence, greed and not to mention RELIGIOUS FANATICS, or any fanatics for that matter... And more specificly to this nations state of affairs right now. Bush is a powermonger who's goal seems to be world domination, and he's taking all the steps he needs to right now, I'm sure, to accomplish that mission. Governing power corrupting at the very core of the human experience. This is why we as Earth's people will never get into space, or advance beyond what the natural resources of our world that are depleteing daily can provide for us because SOMEONE has to make a fucking BUCK?? And no one wants their apple cart overturned... they must keep the dollars flowing at the expense of ALL OF US. Oil companies mostly, but logging in my area is also a big problem. So willing to screw everyone of us over for a percentage.
-=*END RANT*=-
Your deaths, and your lives will not be forgotten, all who were affected by 911. If that's any consolation.
I can't help feel hopeful today, though, seeing how the world reacts to our pain here in the US, mainly because I think they see it simply as the affront to HUMANITY, that it was.
I think that we are one year closer to putting this behind us, not like we can forget, but we can move on. The wound is still quite fresh, but it's healing with time.