I get a little gloomy around September 11. I had no personal connection to anyone who died in the terrorist attacks, but all the same it makes me sad to think about. And not in the way that it was sad on that day 7 years ago. It was devastating and horrifying then. Now I’m just completely puzzled. I was searching YouTube the other day for a tribute video I’d seen a few years ago. I found all kinds of videos of September 11, none were the one I was looking for. But what I found troublesome were the ones created by conspiracy theorists claiming that our own government was in league with the terrorists and they allowed, or aided in the attacks. I don’t get their motivation. I mean, to the point of being infuriated I don’t get it. If it was something asinine like that woman on Fail blog who is all freaked out about a rainbow in her sprinkler I could easily laugh it off. But the fact is, September 11 was something so sinister, so horrifying I just don’t get how people can insert their idiotic need to be “in-the-know” about it. And I also don’t get why these people, cynical as they are–feel good about suggesting that the government was involved in this attack and still continue to live here. If the government was really so evil it would explode its own city, its own people…wouldn’t you get out? Granted, some of them are probably insane. When we lived in California I got a huge kick out of walking through our neighborhood to this man’s house who was a total nut job. He posted all his conspiracy theories in a plastic tube on a palm tree outside of his house. He was convinced “they” were after him so he’d only be at home one day a month. Among his conspiracy theories were that all CIA agent’s wives were purposely infected with cancer. And government officials had a device that could infect you with any kind of disease if they shook your hand. I was amused and disturbed at the same time.
The truth of the matter is, terrorists perpetrated this attack on our country. They murdered thousands of innocent people. They murdered children, mothers, fathers, siblings, friends. People who died and left a huge hole in their communities, in their families. Some people jumped to their deaths to escape being burned alive. Some people didn’t have a second to react before they were pulverized. Some people, when they realized what the hell was going on decided to fight back. Some people were climbing up dozens of flights of stairs to rescue people trapped in the buildings. To focus on anything but these people is just pointless and insane.
9/11
The ashes spread a clear mile in an instant.
Groaning and shuddering into oblivion.
Unceremoniously cast over the city streets, cars, people…
People who are so easily compartmentalized.
Except they are some father, some mother, somone’s child…
Its ugly to think anyone, anything could think so little of human beings to do this…
to take pleasure in causing death. Unthinkable.
In shock and desperation we watched it happen, over and over, blacked out in our minds.
The millions of papers, fluttering like ghosts.
Billowing clouds of ashes and concrete showering down, exploding outward.
The moment of impact, once, twice exploded, exploded a hundred times, three hundred times over.
The moment where two thousand nine hundred and seventy four people died, its like some familiar old
cartoon.
