As you're all probably aware today marks the 11th anniversary of the 9/11 attacks. Rather than create another rant about the politics of fundamentalism I bring you an old post. Dated years ago I wrote down the feelings I had that day when the terrorists forever changed our world. I know I'll never forget the attacks, but the thoughts going through my head on 9/11 may slowly fade.
It's actually my favorite post to date. Enjoy:
seem to be jumping the bandwagon of bloggers who are posting about the fifth
anniversary of 9/11, but I figured it would be nice to write down my thoughts if
only for myself. The remembrance of that day is slowly going fuzzier with age
and I pray I won't forget the feeling that the events brought me.
in my normal before work routine of eating breakfast. I flipped on the news and
I saw the billowing smoke coming from the World Trade Center. My then girlfriend
came out of the room and I looked at her.
"They did it," I proclaimed.
"They finally did it."
"Did what?" she asked.
"Terrorists struck two
planes into the World Trade Center. We're under attack."
She didn't say
anything. She looked at the television and watched with confusion.
took me forever to realize why my first words were 'they did it, they finally
did it.' I then recalled a conversation back in the late 90s with my friends
Corey and Joe. We discussed one of our most loved political subjects and that is
Israel. The conversation then went into terrorism and unto Osama Bin Laden. We were
unsure at the time if Osama was a real threat, but all of us agreed
that soon terrorism would be at our front door steps and it would be larger than
the embassy and USS Cole combined.We had no idea just how massive it would
The phone range. It was Corey.
"Hey are you watching the
news?" he said.
"Yeah," I replied.
"The shit is going down," he
"It sure is," I said. "I'm going to call the folks. They don't
"Tell em I said hi."
"Will do. I'll be online
soon. If I hear any more news I'll send it to you."
called the folks and updated them on what I knew at the time. Mom tried to make
some reasonable explanation about why our country was under attack, inciting
what she believes is our country's lack of godliness.I was annoyed. Here I was
calling her about a terrible situation and she had to go Pat Robertson on me. I
could've have asked
why Amsterdam gets a free pass, but really I didn't want to argue and just let
it go. People all have their way of coping with tragedy and I just as well let
her have her's.
I left for work shortly
thereafter. I was tuned into the radio when the news announced the first tower
collapsed. After I got to work the second tower then plunged to the earth taking
numerous lives with them.
I got inside the building and people were
talking over each other about what just happened. I sat at my cube and was being
bombarded by IMs with
news about the Pentagon and Flight 93. My inbox was flooded from friends I
haven't heard from in years wondering what my thoughts were on the whole
As one could imagine the phone volume was really dead that day.
Then after being at my cube for hours without a call the phone rang. It was a
customer who was having trouble with her word processing software. She was angry
about her support options and hung up on me. I wasn't all that polite given what
was going on and she took the time to call in and bitch about typing a
Since it was so slow my boss let a few of us go home early. I
came home and sat on the couch, eyes being glued to the tv. My then girlfriend came
home, said nothing, sat on the couch beside me, and rested her head on my
shoulder. I threw my arms around her and we sat in silence for what felt like
forever watching the terrible tragedy unfold before us.
Five years later
I think about this eternal conflict of a fearful empire clashing with
civilizations that can't seem to bring themselves out of the 7th century. I could go on
about the politics and war that has been brought and my analysis on it, but this
day I choose to remember one thing about 9/11 and that being my first words when
I comprehended what was going on.
"They did it. They finally did
"After 9-11 there was a body of literature from people like
Baudrillard and Chomksy who wrote very
eloquently about what the hell was going on, but they didn't pitch a
solution." - Ben Nicholson