9/11 or September 11 is actually my brother's anniversary and I spend that day for them and the success of their marriage.
Then the world (well the US and the Internet show videos and make sales and profoundly short sighted statements about the Human Tragedy that has come to be commonly know as 9/11 which was after my brother and sister-in-law got married.
Don't ask me on 9/11 about 9/11, I want that day to be their day.
There is no national graveyard to mark the passing of so many lives who had little to do with why they were chosen to die on that fateful day. Those who lived through the mortal danger and crippling loss would and will carry the scars long after the rest of the country stops marking the date on the calendars and having sales and advertising that their company remembers the moment when American innocence would be irrefutably lost in a matter of hours and we as a body would lash out at another country that had nothing to do with the attack (Iraq).
The years go by and people seem to have stopped asking why and how this tragedy occurred. it wasn't the first, nor will it likely be the last. It was profound and what was done to this country may never be undone. At least for this generation anyway,
Now we are afraid.
Terrorists 1, US 0.
Yes, we have struck back at those who perpetrated this action, well those who did not die in the deliverance of the fear that consumes us daily as we reel from one shooting to another bombing to another mass loss of security and belief in our overall invulnerability as we blame each other and let the strife that the 9/11 attackers hoped to sow in US grow to fruition.
The politicians and the media at large beat their collective breasts and chests and drums as we Americans march on to what ever cause they wish us to funnel our energy, our hate, our money, our children into fighting for them and their agendas.
There are no real monuments to what we have lost because of this day-
unless you are one to stop and consider the mountains of skulls that we have piled in necropolises world wide as our leaders have funneled our collective horror and rage into one war or the next where the numbers of innocents that have been slaughtered in the name of this day have far exceeded the by comparison insignificant amount who died to bring us to this moment of shame.
Yes, I feel shame.
I feel shame when I would speak to the dead civilians of Iraq and Afghanistan and say that we had a right to invade and destroy and rape and pillage their homes in the name of whatever god and moral imperatives out leaders attached to the reasons we should give for doing such things to these people now long dead.
I feel shame when I see our own lies and truths turned on us as we try to be what God and Jesus and His other messengers have asked or demanded of us to do. I feel like I stand upon a precipice and by not doing something like marching into a Nuclear Weapons facility and pouring blood out over the uncaring Federal Monster that I have helped create, I might as well be the tank that crushes the mortal remains of the fallen that we claimed were our enemy even though most of them have never seen much less heard of the World Trade Centers.
I feel shame when I consider those poor people who died in the fiery inferno that was 9/11 and try to explain to their ghosts that we made thousands and thousands of people pay for what a very few men did to them.
I feel shame because many of us don't look to their brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and children and say what else can I do to help you survive without those who died in this tragedy from day to day.
I feel shame that we still have not learned that what we should be doing is holding up all men and women and children as precious orbs of life and potential and remembering that we, as Americans, should be better than what we have become that we could be the beacon of hope in the long night that surrounds the world.
That instead of war and endless vengeance that we be candles in the darkness promising that this world can become better than what it is now.
and that is what I choose to fill the awkward silence of 9/11 with.
a prayer for US all.
and that is life according to mike.
Then the world (well the US and the Internet show videos and make sales and profoundly short sighted statements about the Human Tragedy that has come to be commonly know as 9/11 which was after my brother and sister-in-law got married.
Don't ask me on 9/11 about 9/11, I want that day to be their day.
There is no national graveyard to mark the passing of so many lives who had little to do with why they were chosen to die on that fateful day. Those who lived through the mortal danger and crippling loss would and will carry the scars long after the rest of the country stops marking the date on the calendars and having sales and advertising that their company remembers the moment when American innocence would be irrefutably lost in a matter of hours and we as a body would lash out at another country that had nothing to do with the attack (Iraq).
The years go by and people seem to have stopped asking why and how this tragedy occurred. it wasn't the first, nor will it likely be the last. It was profound and what was done to this country may never be undone. At least for this generation anyway,
Now we are afraid.
Terrorists 1, US 0.
Yes, we have struck back at those who perpetrated this action, well those who did not die in the deliverance of the fear that consumes us daily as we reel from one shooting to another bombing to another mass loss of security and belief in our overall invulnerability as we blame each other and let the strife that the 9/11 attackers hoped to sow in US grow to fruition.
The politicians and the media at large beat their collective breasts and chests and drums as we Americans march on to what ever cause they wish us to funnel our energy, our hate, our money, our children into fighting for them and their agendas.
There are no real monuments to what we have lost because of this day-
unless you are one to stop and consider the mountains of skulls that we have piled in necropolises world wide as our leaders have funneled our collective horror and rage into one war or the next where the numbers of innocents that have been slaughtered in the name of this day have far exceeded the by comparison insignificant amount who died to bring us to this moment of shame.
Yes, I feel shame.
I feel shame when I would speak to the dead civilians of Iraq and Afghanistan and say that we had a right to invade and destroy and rape and pillage their homes in the name of whatever god and moral imperatives out leaders attached to the reasons we should give for doing such things to these people now long dead.
I feel shame when I see our own lies and truths turned on us as we try to be what God and Jesus and His other messengers have asked or demanded of us to do. I feel like I stand upon a precipice and by not doing something like marching into a Nuclear Weapons facility and pouring blood out over the uncaring Federal Monster that I have helped create, I might as well be the tank that crushes the mortal remains of the fallen that we claimed were our enemy even though most of them have never seen much less heard of the World Trade Centers.
I feel shame when I consider those poor people who died in the fiery inferno that was 9/11 and try to explain to their ghosts that we made thousands and thousands of people pay for what a very few men did to them.
I feel shame because many of us don't look to their brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and children and say what else can I do to help you survive without those who died in this tragedy from day to day.
I feel shame that we still have not learned that what we should be doing is holding up all men and women and children as precious orbs of life and potential and remembering that we, as Americans, should be better than what we have become that we could be the beacon of hope in the long night that surrounds the world.
That instead of war and endless vengeance that we be candles in the darkness promising that this world can become better than what it is now.
and that is what I choose to fill the awkward silence of 9/11 with.
a prayer for US all.
and that is life according to mike.
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