Monday, August 27, 2012

On 9/11

I couldn’t decide whether or not to share this post because I know it will bring up sad memories for people and possibly induce uncomfortable feelings.

But then I thought, “Why not?” What happened on 9/11 should never be forgotten, and that until the TRUTH is finally revealed about who is really responsible for that day, no one should stop questioning or talking about it.

So here goes, folks.

And I’m just going to forewarn you that this a blunt, raw and passionate post. No humor today.

Back Story:

If you would care to read a post I wrote several years ago about my visiting the World Trade Center a month and a half before 9/11, you will find it here.

I have to be honest. I had a delayed reaction to what occurred on September 11, 2001.

I don’t know whether it was shock, denial or just plain ignorance on my part, but it didn’t really hit me until about 4 years ago when I began watching video after video of what happened on that day.

It started with grief. I don’t think I ever grieved so hard or so deep in my life.

Not only did I grieve for the people who lost their lives in the attacks, but for the courageous firefighters who also died fighting for those lives.

The most difficult thing for me to watch was the people who had to make a choice of whether to burn to death or jump out of a 90-story window because they were so terrified. I forced myself to watch those videos because I was finally at a point where I needed to SEE and FACE what had happened.

Truthfully, it felt as though I was watching a movie and that what I was witnessing were stunt falls because I couldn’t fathom anyone having to do that for REAL.

Next came my anger.

And like with my grief, I don’t think I ever felt so much anger in my life.

I was angry because I could not believe that my country allowed this to happen. And I was angry at the people who did this to us. Anytime I saw someone on the street who was Muslim, I wanted to spit at them. That's how angry I was.

For the past four years, I’ve harbored a great deal of anger, paranoia and prejudice towards anyone who was Muslim. I got to the point where if someone came into my store who was Muslim, I ignored them as if they weren't even there.

Present Story:

For the past month and a half, I’ve spent a great deal of time researching stories and watching videos of new evidence that what we as Americans were told what had happened on 9/11 was in fact a LIE.

And it’s ironic because for years my own mother has been telling me this over and over again, but I blew her off as if she didn’t know what she was talking about. But she knew.

At first, I didn’t want to believe it. Yet, as I watched and listened to countless educated and knowledgeable people step forth and tell their stories of what REALLY happened on that day (in the World Trade Center, the Pentagon, and in Shanksville, PA), the truth finally hit me.

There are too many questions unanswered; too many things that don’t make sense; too many people being silenced who know things.

With what I’ve seen and heard over these past few months, I do believe that 9/11 was an act of terrorism. Yet, not by the people who I’ve been unjustifiably spewing my anger at, but rather by looking within.

I called my mother last week and had a long discussion about this and midway through our conversation I began to sob uncontrollably - I literally shook with grief. But this time I grieved for a different reason than I did four years ago. I grieved because this was a choreographed and self-inflicted act of terrorism.

It was a magic trick.

But like with all magic, the magician creates a plausible distraction to keep the audience from noticing the trickery, so that they only believe what's in front of them.

And why was this act of terrorism done?

Well, it all boils down to two things.

MONEY and POWER.

And how sad that is.

I would like to apologize for my past anger directed at Muslim’s. I was wrong and unfair, and I’m sincerely sorry.

But you see I had a veil over my eyes; believing that what my country told me was true.

I am not here to alter your personal views on 9/11, because that's something you would have to research on your own and come to your own conclusion.

But I believe it was an inside job.

Will the truth ever be openly revealed? Probably not. But I know.

I just do.

With 9/11 approaching, I would like to dedicate this post to the thousands of people who lost their lives that day, and to the family and friends of those people who still live with this grief and mystery.

And to New York City. The city I love with all my heart.

I would like to say…

Your loved ones are in a much better and safer place.

Amen.