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TERRORIST ATTACK ON AMERICA 9-11-01 i have often been impacted by death before but it was always vicarious it belonged to somebody else but with its radiative power enveloped me in its sphere of influence today death rained its vengeance on america new york/ washington the masterwork of ultra terrorists whose fanatical devotion to a cause of little concern to the average american citizen destroyed not only the twin world trade towers but a vital part of the american psyche too it stripped naked our security of mind exposing our soft under belly of vulnerability to the determined efforts of a few motivated by a conflict far removed from main street/ their devotion to a religious mindset most americans find alien no real frame of reference in sight or in mind except the awareness of a hatred for america taken to the nth and an abundance of potential victims targeted for destruction by a vicious turn of fate death revealed none of the usual signs that it was coming to reap its harvest but then again is death obligated to knock on the door first? i was nowhere near the point of impact of death yet there is something in the deaths of these thousands of innocent people that is not so vicarious for with them something intangible in me died too it's too soon, i say to myself to be objective about this reality/ maybe any sort of objectivity will elude me for the rest of my life i wish i could feel the pain of it all but right now i am insensibly numbed staring at a television screen a believer now in what i found unbelievable this morning what in me has died along with the thousands who outrightly perished? it's not my sense of humanity for that in me is deeply entrenched it's not my faith in america for i kiss the ground i walk on maybe what has died was a hope that man would some day pass beyond the stage of being a renegade killer motivated by pure malice for the sake of some cause or another maybe what died was a visionary hope that globally we could finally come to live in the mind set of sanity... |
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copyright © James J. Nemeth, September 11, 2001