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September 11th- Nine Years Later September 11, 2010

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I almost did not author a post today- it is very difficult for me.  I lived in New York City during 9/11 and vividly recall the events of the day.  I could not get home that day but I was fortunate. Many would go to their ultimate home in heaven.  Later, their faces were plastered all over the city as if the Twin Towers were one giant milk carton of missing children- God’s children.

When I reflect on what was probably one of  the worst days of my life, anger overcomes me.  Anger at the actual attack, anger that this vile act was committed in the name of religion, and anger at the staggering amount of “truther” moonbats who attempt to violate our feelings with such rubbish.

They should be ashamed of themselves.

While watching the FOX News Timeline broadcast of the events, my body shuddered.  It was impossible for me to watch the recap without feeling in the moment.

Barack Obama wants me to be tolerant.  He wants me to accept that the Ground Zero Mosque will be built- that my support of it will show that I respect all religious views. That my support of Islam  will reveal that  I am a true American- that is staying true to my American traditions in Obama’s view.

I say to President Barack Obama, you have no right to tell me what my actions as a “traditional American” should be.  You did not live in New York City as I did.

You were never there physically or spiritually.

After 9/11 2001,  I had a American flag pin and wore it to show my support for America.  I always had American paraphernalia even before 9/11.  Yes, it slightly troubled me that it took an event as horrific as the destruction of the World Trade Center to move many Americans to wear a flag pin or place a flag in the long forgotten flag base on their Brooklyn brownstone.  But at least the event made them aware of the need for unity…AMONG AMERICANS.

Americans know where their loyalties lie. Do you Mr. President?

Understand, that I do not care what religion our president is be it Christian, Jewish, Buddhist …But he or she had better serve this country by making it clear that they are on the American side. I am tolerant of other religions. I consider myself spiritual. I do not have a church home but I pray daily and attempt to lead a Christian life.  I respect others and try to bring a positive contribution to my country by being a law abiding and productive citizen.

America makes my freedom possible.  The least I can do is support the constitution, espouse to American values and wear a flag pin.

The people who lived through September 11th, did not say this about the American flag as Obama did:

That was enough for me to see.

God Bless America and keep us safe.  Never forget the people who were lost on that day.  Never forget who our enemies are and God bless our troops.

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AFROCITY

 

Sunday Soliloquy: You Can’t Handle The “Truthers” or “Deniers” December 13, 2009

Last Friday night as always, I tuned in to TRU-TV to watch my favorite show Forensic Files. The episodes are fascinating and I love to see what forensic scientists can do with a tiny speck of rubber left from skid marks and such. While watching an episode on a peeping Tom gone awry, TRU-TV ran a promotion spot for former Minnesota Gov. Jesse Vetura’s new show Conspiracy Theory. When I hear the words “conspiracy theory”, the first thing that enters my mind is all of the green martian men hanging out at the Grassy Knoll with Elvis Presley and Tupac Shakur. Despite the idiotic premise of the show, I decided to give it a chance and watched the marathon aired by TRU-TV Saturday afternoon.

In one episode Gov. Ventura is actually chasing after a magic weather machine created by a big evil Alaskan corporation HAARP and submitting himself to mind control.

The episode succeeded on it own terms in that it was great bait for conspiracy hounds to come back web crawling and begging for more.  I was mildly amused after all it is meant to be entertainment. However, given my bitterness over the way the media treated Sarah Palin, I wondered if Jesse Ventura would have been treated with the same contempt and disdain had he been John McCain’s pick for vice president.  Watching Jesse Ventura in full frontal lunacy, I felt gripped by the urge to strangle the people of Minnesota for electing him to the governorship in the first place. Now like Al Fraken, this loose cannon has clout and credibility. As I attempted to watch Conspiracy Theory episode on 9/11 cover-ups by the government, I began to see the danger of Jesse Ventura’s credibility.


Yeah…..”Truthers” …make me sick.

Truthers, make a mockery out of one of the most tragic chapters in American history. Jesse further goes on about the missing flight recorder boxes from the four air crafts involved in the 9/11 attacks. Apparently the 9/11 Commission Report claims that the black boxes were never recovered. Jesse has dug up deep throat style witnesses to prove otherwise.

I will go out on a limb here and say that if the FBI indeed is lying about the recovery of the black boxes… I really do not give a damn.  Perhaps the FBI is concealing the truth because ummmm, they do not want to reveal everything that happened in the cockpit because….they do not want the information to be used wrongfully by terrorists… Just a thought.

Addled, by the joke that is his governorship, Jesse proceeds to badger an FBI employee and scare the shit out of the friends of some poor informant  to the extent that they fail to show up for a clandestine meeting at a diner.He then questions their credibility “Why would they drag us out here to cancel” etc, etc…

It is at this point that I realized I could not handle the “truthers”.   The knowledge that such people exist is proof that there are gullible people willing to find inauthenticity in anything…Slavery, the Holocaust, 9/11 you name it.  I do not entertain truthers anymore than I would allow a “birther” to guest post on this blog.  “Trig” is not Sarah Palin’s son, “Obama is not American” blah, blah, blah. While O’s policies may call for the decline of America, I will accept that he is unfortunately American and our president.  The best I can do about it is to vote against him in 2012 granted he man up and run for re-election.  The best we can do about preventing another 9/11 is being vigilant and not succumbing to hyper political correctness or allowing GITMO detainees to have a OJ Simpson-esque trial in New York City.

That is what the people want. Here is a moving clip from Sean Hannity’s show with actual 9/11 survivors and families of the victims. They do not want the terrorists to be tried in civilian courts, steps away from Ground Zero…Here Gov. Ventura. Handle this truth. The father of one young victim point blank calls President Barack Obama “a liar” for backsliding on his promises to the 9/11 families. His testimony is very moving.

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AFROCITY






 

September 11th- An Elephant Never Forgets September 11, 2009

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"Busy September " From Hope n' Change Cartoons by Stilton Jarlsberg 2009

"Busy September " From Hope n' Change Cartoons by Stilton Jarlsberg 2009

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.

wtc_lightsI did not live through slavery or the Civil War

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.

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Afrocity.



 

Low Flying Planes, Subway Trains and Automobiles April 28, 2009

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Our memories do not lie dormant forever. Whether happy times, sad times, or simply unpleasant details, our collection of events will always be with us. Waiting to be triggered by sights, sounds, and smells.


I have always been fascinated by trains, especially subway cars. Commuting suits my need to people watch. It was the safest place I could be, high above the buildings in Chicago. I would get as close to the conductor as I could and take every stop, every curve with him.. I wanted to be him. Things changed for me one day, There was a terrible accident involving two Chicago Transit Authority (CTA) “L” trains. Feb. 4, 1977, during the evening rush hour one elevated train plowed into the rear of another at the corner of Lake Street and Wabash Avenue, 11 passengers died and another 180 were injured. It was the worst subway accident in Chicago history. Photos of the “L” cars dangling from the tracks persisted in my memory for months. Mother could not get me near another “L” and if I did occasionally take one, it had to be underground. No elevated trains “Not in the air” I would say.

She worried that I would never see my favorite places again. The Museum of Science and Industry was a pain to get to by bus. By 1979, I had not been to the museum for two years. Their was an elevated train track near my school. The Douglass “B” train as it was called then (Now the Blue Line). I would only walk under the tracks if a train was not coming. If a train passed, mom and I would stand stationary a kazillion feel back until it passed. Unexpectedly as we were walking under the tracks one afternoon, my hand in hers, Mom stopped.

1977 Chicago "L" train Crash

1977 Chicago "L" train Crash

“Why are we stopping?” I asked.

“I think I dropped something,” she answered looking at the ground.

She would not let go of my hand. All I could think of was that a train would be coming over our head soon. Not letting go of my hand didn’t help. I couldn’t run. Sure enough a train came and she would not release my hand.

“Stand still. Nothing is going to happen” .

And it did not.

“See” she said raising her eyebrows, “It did not fall. That was something that happens only once.”

That weekend I went to the Museum Of Science and Industry. We took the train. I rode with my eyes closed most of the way but I got there safely, went to see the Fairy Castle and the Circus exhibit. I came home too. No “L” crash.

Lesson learned: face your fears.

Years later I lived in New York City during 9/11. It was an event that I later developed panic disorder from. I would take the subway to work always running late, never prepared with a book. I needed to pass the time away. I did this by looking up at the advertisements making words out of the words they contained. Other times I would just sit thinking of nothing. Outside the train was endless black tunnel. I turn my face towards the window to see me looking back at me in the glass. Then the train slows down.

What’s wrong? I smell smoke. Or do I? Do I have my Xanax? Oh Shit, I left it on the night table..Be calm Afrocity. I NEED TO GET OUT OF HERE. My knees start to shake.

This is different from the Chicago “L” trauma. In New York, my fear had company. Everyone looked nervous. Despite our collective perseverance since the horrible events of 11 September 2001, we were still paralyzed and bound by collective fear.

There is no doubt that we each have our own mental archive of imagery, sounds, triggers that function in different ways but that trauma is indeed collective.

It does not matter if that collective trauma involves the Holocaust; the after effects of slavery, the Vietnam War, an exodus from Cuba, the riots of 1969, apartheid. No matter what it is still there and is that groups to own. The Obama administration has the propensity to forget that we remember. We will never forget.

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At the heart of yesterday’s ill conceived low flying aerial photo op in New York City serves as a reminder of our collective tragedy and the troubling ignorance and disrespect for historical fact that persists within the ranks of Obama’s White House. The perceived external threats in our current “post 9/11 era” include Iran, Al Qaeda, China, Hamas. Comparatively, according to the genius of Janet Napolitano, United States Secretary of Homeland Security, America’s perceived internal threats include, former military personnel, and anyone with a faded McCain/Palin bumper sticker on their car.

Who is surprised that they forgot that we NEVER FORGET?

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Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Recriminations fly after NYC jet flyover photo op

By ULA ILNYTZKY and SARA KUGLER

It was supposed to be a photo op that captured images of an Air Force One plane with a majestic Statue of Liberty in the background. Instead, it turned into a public relations nightmare that led to recriminations from the president and mayor and prompted thousands other to ask, “What were they thinking?”

Just before the workday began on Monday, an airliner and supersonic fighter jet zoomed past the lower Manhattan skyline. Within minutes, startled financial workers streamed out of their offices, fearing a nightmarish replay of Sept. 11.

For a half-hour, the Boeing 747 and F-16 jet circled the Statue of Liberty and the Financial District near the World Trade Center site. Offices evacuated. Dispatchers were inundated with calls. Witnesses thought the planes were flying dangerously low.

But the flyover was nothing but a photo op, apparently one of a series of flights to get pictures of the plane in front of national landmarks.

Yes indeed. WHAT WERE THEY THINKING?


How does one get over 9/11? You don’t. There are times when my day gets off to a leisurely start. I wake up slowly. I drink my tomato juice, turn on Fox and Friends, feed the cats, humming a tune from The Smiths or Steely Dan. Everything is bright and normal. This lasts until I glance at the digital clock on my microwave and it says 9:11. Damn! I stop whatever I am doing and a ritual follows. I get down on my knees and pray for the victims, their families, and continued peace in America. At 9:12, I start my day again.

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AFROCITY

 

 
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