World Trade Center Finished…
Today marked the final day of cleanup of the World Trade Center, and once again we were subjected to 24-hour coverage of reruns of the crashing planes, the fireballs, the falling towers, the choking dust storms generated by cascading debris. Speech after political speech. Endless statistics of the numbers of missing people and unattributed body parts.
I’m done.
To excerpt Bill Press of Tribune Media Services, “How many times do we have to suffer through the platitudes of Rudy Giuliani, George Pataki and Michael Bloomberg?…
Don’t get me wrong. I’m not saying we should forget about September 11. We will never forget September 11, anymore than we could forget the Holocaust, Pearl Harbor or Oklahoma City. September 11 was a horrific day. Thousands of innocent people lost their lives in the worst acts of mass murder in American history. We’re still angry. And we’re determined to find and punish those responsible, first in Afghanistan, then in any other country that harbors terrorism…
My point is: There’s not one American who doesn’t know that. Not one American who isn’t sorry for what happened. Not one American who isn’t ready to get even. We don’t have to be beaten over the head with that message in ceremony after ceremony after ceremony…
It’s like when you lose a friend or family member you love dearly. Of course, you weep, mourn and regret your loss. But at some point, you just have to get over it and move on. For Americans, it’s important to move on from September 11. No more memorial services. No more ceremonies at Ground Zero. No more television tearjerkers. Otherwise, the terrorists win — and we look like wimps.”
Most likely, I will avoid the media next September on the tragedy’s first anniversary. It is an unfortunate certainty that the networks, in an effort to boost September sweeps ratings, and the windbag politicians, in an effort to shift the focus away from their own weaknesses and misdeeds, will unnecessarily rehash the events over and over and over again.
It’s time to return to normalcy.
The day i will never forget as long as i have air in my lungs. The morning of the attacks my father woke me up and told me an airplane hit one of the towers. we still didn’t hink that America was under attack. i live in newark and down the streets is the projects. i ran to them to the top floor where i seen all my friends and alot of the neighborhood. 2 minutes after being on the roof; we had a clear view of nyc, thats when the second plane hit. we seen the plane goin towards it but just didn’t think that it was going to hit. but it did. i was in shock. everyone was. i remember my friend tito going crazy. he just kept screaming lisa, lisa. that was his sister she worked on the 89th floor of tower 1. he’s a grown man crying like a baby. he loved his sister alot. one might say too much. he tried calling her cell phone but couldn’t get through. his back was facing the towers when the first one started to collapse. everyone on that roof started screaming. i yelled oh my GOD. when he seen what was happening he went nuts. we all did. i did. i didn’t have a family member that worked their but people were in those buildings. writting this brings tears to my eyes. in a way i have hate for mideast people. its messed up, but have u ever heard the sayin “one person messes it up for the rest” ?i know i am not the only one out there that feels this way. that day also made me ask myself , is there a GOD? i’m catholic and i’ve been raised to believe in GOD but if there was one why would he let all these innocent people die. why? those people were going to work to feed their families , pay bills, to do the right thing. also the government knew about these attacks. why didn’t they do anything to prevent this.