9/11

Sometimes it is too hard to articluate or capture a feeling or vibe in words, especially when your emotions concerning it are all over the place... I'll try to do so without offense to anyone...

It's extremely difficult to know just what to write about September 11th. Rather than "say" nothing, I feel compelled to briefly acknowledge the date and what happened... in 2001, I remember being in my classroom with a group of highschool Criminal Justice program Seniors watching the news and trying to get online to get some hard information about what we were watching on television... for that hour, and the five or six hours that followed, the internet was bogged down with traffic. All we could do was watch the planes over and over again...

I also remember going to visit my kids after work at their mother's house to make sure they were all right. It reminded me of ten years earlier when during the start of the first Gulf War I had to console my sixth graders who's brothers and sisters from the inner city where in the military and headed for Iraq... If you recall, back then we didn't know what to expect, either...

For these and other reasons, a personal feeling about 9/11 has been simmering under my skin this weekend. When I got dressed this morning I had put on a pink shirt and purple/blue striped tie, but upon realizing the date, changed into a blue shirt and tie with an American flag.

This morning during homeroom, our school's principal came on the loud speaker following morning announcements and led us (students and staff) in a moment of silence. Rolling through the radio dial on my way home from work my head was aching from the white noise commentary of Limbaugh and Schultz... sitting in front of the tube briefly this afternoon, Katie was looking dour as she waited for President Bush to speak at the Pentagon...

Given the unbelievably tragic events of September 11, 2001, which are compounded by the horrendous tragedy that is the mess in Iraq, one has to wonder what can President Bush possibly have to say?

Tonight the Statue of Liberty sheds a tear for the honorable women and men who needlessly died on September 11, just as she cries for the national shame in the form of the dishonorable men and women who continue to diminish our rights and engage in the morally corrupt campaign of fear and hatred against America... and yet the monsters who really planned the 9/11 bombings, still roam free, all while our goverment PISSED AWAY THE OPPORTUNITY TO HEAL OUR NATION...

I can't shake the images and words of those families who have lost, and sadly, continue to lose, loved ones... what a f***in tragedy... it makes me want to scream...

In retrospect, as I reveiw what I've shared here, maybe I shouldn't even have tried to put these reflections and pieces together... but it does feel better to get it off my chest... I suggest we all do the same, and then work to make things better.

At least a little bit.

PEACE.