I am sitting in my living room. The house is quiet, the kids have all gone to school. A light breeze blows through the open window next to me, while the sun shines in a bright blue sky this morning.
I still feel it. It never goes away, not after 11 years. It was a morning like this, that tragedy, aggression, and, quite frankly, an act of war was perpetrated on this country. The memories are haunting to me. I remember with striking clarity the events of that day, and the days after. I have never visited Ground Zero, or the memorial site, not that I don’t want to, I have just never had the money to travel to see it.
It is incongruous, sitting here, it’s a bright sunny September day, and it feels out of place. It’s like this day is completely locked in to those horrific scenes from New York. Even more so, it happened on Tuesday, my day off from my Computer Technician job that I had at the time.
The TV specials that will air tonight, and probably throughout the week, bring home every memory, which are still as vivid in my mind now, as it was on the day it happened.
America changed that day. We all saw it, we all remember it.
Now, those changes have changed again. This America that we have today, is not as united as we were in the aftermath of 9/11. We are divided among party lines, among class lines, and among racial lines as well. We are a country that is hurting in ways that will not heal overnight. But, someone has to bring the healing in order for that to happen. The agents of divisiveness are the ones that are out there now, claiming to be the “healers”.
We walk through the morass that this country has become on some levels, a growing dependency culture, millions unemployed, optimism at an all time low… and we have an Administration, that is trying to tell us that this excrement sandwich that they are trying to feed us, is roast beef, and we should pick it up and enjoy it.
On this 11th Anniversary of 9/11. I sit and remember America. My country. Our Country. The nation of people that have adapted, and overcame throughout history. We are the American People.
We don’t belong to Government. They belong to us, and it’s high time they are reminded of that.
This our Country built by those who have come before, from every corner of this earth.
This is a country of people. Of Free Citizens, of self determination, and a desire to not only succeed, but excel.
I am tired of those who wish to apologize for, or try to minimize our greatness. Our greatness as a country was earned. Not given. It was earned through the blood, sweat, toil and sacrifice of 230 years of people just wanting better for themselves and for others as well.
This is America, in all it’s stunning imperfection. I love my country, and it’s people.