Wednesday, September 19, 2001

Something to Think About

I want to remind each and every one of us of something...

Terrorists come in ALL colors, shapes and sizes.

I see so many people in this country and around the world who are "race profiling" and it saddens me.

The reality is that white people may very well have helped with this attack on the United States. In fact, authorities already know they did, whether intentionally or not.

Remember, Timothy McVeigh was a white man. I remember well when the first news reports came out... our first knee-jerk reaction was to blame the bombing in Oklahoma City on people of middle eastern descent.

In some people's minds, they started calling Timothy McVeigh a serial killer instead of what he was... a terrorist. Perhaps it made it easier for them to rationalize. They were wrong. He was a cold-blooded terrorist. A terrorist who looked just like the boy next door, like our husbands and boyfriends, like our sons, our brothers, our fathers. A terrorist who served in our own military.

For those of you who get angry at our government for training Osama bin Laden during the war with Afganistan, remember, our own government helped to train Timothy McVeigh. I am not blaming our government. Far from it. I served in the military and it didn't make me a killer.

Threats can come from all directions. Watching only the right hand leaves you open to being smacked by the left... or kicked by either foot. If we only look in one of those directions, we may never see the other threats coming. And maybe, just maybe that's what the evil ones want us to do. Because I assure you, whether we like it or not, other threats will be coming, whether tomorrow or the next century. They will come.

Remember, terrorists come in ALL colors, shapes and sizes.

Bless the USA... and all of humanity.

Thursday, September 13, 2001

We'll go forward from this moment

Leonard Pitts Jr.
Miami Herald
Published Wednesday, September 12, 2001


We'll go forward from this moment

It's my job to have something to say.

They pay me to provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.

Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.

Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals.

IN PAIN

Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.

In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

THE STEEL IN US

You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold.

As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.

So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.

But you're about to learn.

Wednesday, September 12, 2001

Bless the USA

In truth I am completely numb. My gut instincts, which are never wrong, tells me this is just the beginning.

WAR

The song, "God Bless the USA" has been playing constantly in my head since I witnessed the vicious attacks on my country. I may be angry with the things that occurred to me while I was in the Navy, but that does not mean that I do not love my country and am not willing to stand up and defend it. This is a time for patriotism, and the following lyrics say much of what I feel.



If tomorrow all the things were gone
I'd worked for all my life,
And I had to start again
with just my children and my wife,
I'd thank my lucky stars
to be living here today,
'Cause the flag still stands for freedom
and they can't take that away.

I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.

From the lakes of Minnesota
to the hills of Tennessee,
Across the plains of Texas
from sea to shining sea.
From Detroit down to Houston
and New York to L.A.,
There's pride in every American heart
and it's time we stand and say:

I'm proud to be an American
where at least I know I'm free,
And I won't forget the men who died
who gave that right to me,
And I gladly stand up next to you
and defend her still today,
'Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land
God Bless the U.S.A.


- Lee Greenwood