On September 10th, 2001, neighborhoods throughout the nation sported football team flags and yard decorations. By nightfall on September 11th, these neighborhoods had transformed into Old Glory sporting, candle burning memorials.
Throughout the nation, men and women said, "what can we do?"
Throughout the nation, Americans forgot about the small things, whether their neighbor was Republican or Democrat, who was black or white.
Those trivial things were gone...and for the first time in many's memory, we were all simply American.
Fast forward....seven years later. Where are we?
People yelling and screaming that we're war mongers and oil fanatics.
People yelling and screaming that we ignore international affairs too much.
People yelling and screaming that we're too harsh on illegal immigrants.
People FORGETTING what it felt like seven years ago today.
People already forgetting what it felt like to be an American.
People forgetting when men and women walked out of their desk jobs and joined the military.
Where each and everyone of us stared at the tv in shock.
We have forgotten as a nation what that day felt like. Now we're more concerned with the little things (just as we were before).
Half of this nation now wants to elect a man into office that has only held a Senate position for 140 days--and has NEVER considered leaving his desk job to join the military. Half of this nation wants to elect a man into office that doesn't place his hand over his heart when reciting the Pledge. Half of this nations wants to elect a man into office who's wife stated PUBLICLY that she was not proud to be an American. What have we come to? How can this even be acceptable?
I'll never forget. I'll never falter in my pride.
And now--we have elected this man into office. This man who parades throughout the world apologizing (no reference, just goodsearch or bing it) for what America has done. Condemning this beautiful nation for it's "horrible" actions.
A week ago Monday, America experienced its first terrorist attack on soil since that tragic day in September 2001. Just as Juval Aviv has predicted--it's the first, but certainly not the last.
2 comments:
I fear Mr. Aviv is clairvoyant. I pary he's not.
I still remember where I was when the planes hit the WTC. I was in Oxford,CT. on a back road doing quality checks, and could not believe what I had heard on the radio. I switched stations several times and all were the same. The company I was working for had a base in Seymour, CT and I went back and watched on the television news as the two towers collapsed.
Bob A.
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