remembering 9/11

This is gonna be the one time in a long time where I actually speak some personal, true shit. I remember the chills I got when I was in class and heard that the twin towers were burning. I lost a few friends, almost lost some family and for the 1st time in my life, I was actually scared. Then when it was revealed that those in the middle east were partying like it was New Years, I pretty much became a bigot for years. I was cold to those who didn't do anything to me simply because I was afraid I couldn't tell them apart. Then 1 day, someone told me I was being racist. I was shocked. Me? Racist? yeah right. I don't care about skin color, I care about the towel wrap on someone's head. And when I actually said that last line out loud, it hit me like a brick... oh shit... I was being racist. I was treating Middle Eastern people the same way I used to bitch about white people treated me and my family. Well, I'm glad to say that I'm much more mature than I was 14 years ago (I hope). So when I remember 9/11, I don't try to remember the pain and fear that ran its course thru me for years, I remember the lessons it taught me. Fear begets hate. Don't we already have enough of that?

I'm of the opinion that, yes it was a tragedy, but its overblown and overreacted. I knew people who died, yes, but that doesn't change how much its used to justify involvement in the Middle East. Its a red herring used to distract from the deception the US does in its world police efforts.