Due to the fact that tomorrow is September eleventh, I’ll use today’s post to write about my experience during the attacks of 2001. After all, this actually happened. 2001 was a difficult year; my family was dealing with the tragic loss of my uncle, so I decided to take the semester off and remain in Boston. The day started off like any other. I was behind the counter at the store, serving the local drunkards who woke up early in order to get their morning fix. (Alcoholism is a sad thing to witness, but great for profit margins!) There is a bus which drives Cape Verdeans from Boston to New York City, allowing travelers to board the plane to CV from JFK Airport; passengers can also return to Boston. The bus driver is a family friend so the store’s parking lot doubles as the Boston terminal. On September 11, 2001, the bus from New York arrived early and the first guy to depart asked me if I heard about the plane crash in the Big Apple. I replied “no,” and he informed me that a pilot must have lost control of his small plane and crashed into the Empire State Building. (I love how stories are transformed as information passes from one person top the next!) A Plane crashing into one of the most famous buildings in the world was news, but not a National Security threat. These things happen! More people trickled-in with varying details and theories, but I wasn’t overly concerned until “Every day, I’m working my way, with Magic, in the morning,” was interrupted. (If you have ever lived in Boston, you know the slogan!) ***Big shout out to every one who sang the words while reading!*** First, it was one tower, then two, then DC, then the first tower fell, ,then the second tower fell. I felt as if the world was coming to an end. I can honestly say that I have never felt more helpless in my life. I walked outside several times, just to make sure the Prudential building and the John Hancock Tower were still standing. There were many Americans who felt the need to join the military in order to defend the country against the new enemy, but I had no desire to fly over seas, in search of “terrorists” to kill! I never heard the name Osama Bin Laden prior to 9/11, but instead of anger, I was filled with questions. Why did this guy want to harm Americans? And how was he able to architect such a massive undertaking? The events of that horrific day caused me to study the history of the Middle East and the relationship between the region and the US. (For my thoughts on bin Laden, read ‘Osama: terrorist or Hero’ posted on July 25th.) My heart goes out to the people who lost their lives during the attacks on 9/11. Obviously, the many innocent victims didn’t deserve to pay for the actions of past Presidents, but that seems to be the way things always turn out. I also felt sorry for the American Muslims; the way our fellow Americans were treated in this country was sickening to say the least. American Muslims are patriots like any other citizen, but they were vilified, because of the typical American ignorance. (A lack of education is the most dangerous weapon known to man!) Hopefully, the future leaders of the United States will learn from past mishaps and serve the people with a greater sense of responsibility. BELIEVE IT OR NOT!
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