I thought I would be able to wake up and write something brilliant today. I was wrong.
Instead, I am held captive by silence and fear. I lived in New York City on September 11, 2001. The days are far but memories are still too close. Morning soy milk and purring cats greeted me at the kitchen counter along with the retrospective images of planes, falling corpses and clouds of dust. My mind screen imprinted forever.
I did not live through the bombing of Pearl Harbor.
I did not live through the Holocaust.
I did not live through the Kennedy assassination.
I did not live through the Vietnam War.
The fears, images and stories surrounding those events belong to my mother, my grandmother, my brother.They were borrowed into my American experience.
The memories and images of 9-11 belong to me. I experienced the pain and numbing disbelief first hand.
Not us, I thought. Nothing bad ever happens to us. Not America, God always protects us. Look at my words now. They seem naive and almost ancient.
I hear Reverend Wright, in the background:
“America’s chickens have come home to roost…”
I see Bill Ayers standing on an American flag “we should have done more”
The “truthers” can’t handle the truth.
This is a day of collective remembrance for all who were touched by that day, if you were not, I do not want to hear about what George W. Bush did or did not do. Quiet your thoughts about the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan. This is America’s day to memorialize an event that changed our lives forever.
God Bless you all. God Bless the United States of America.
Autographed Letter Signed,