From: | shadowrn@*********.com (Iridios) |
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Subject: | [OT] We'll go forward from this moment. |
Date: | Fri Sep 14 20:55:01 2001 |
I know that we've been asked to close OT threads, and by implication
not start any new ones, but I just wanted to pass this on. It's an open
letter to those who orchestrated the attack on America.
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Published Wednesday, September 12, 2001
We'll go forward from this moment.
It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide
words that help make sense of that which troubles the American soul.
But
in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes,
the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must
be
addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard. What
lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World
Trade
Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?
Whatever it was, please know that you failed.
Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your
cause. Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
Did
you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and
quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, social, political and class
division, but a
family nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending
tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's
revealing
dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy, too,
spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and
maybe
because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe
entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and
compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And
we are, the
overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just
and loving God.
Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this
makes us weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are
strong in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals. IN PAIN Yes, we're
in
pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still
grappling with
the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make
ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some
Hollywood
blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel.
Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable
final
death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of
terrorism in the history of the United States and, probably, the history
of the
world. You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before. But,
there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us
fall.
This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time
anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and
monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible
in
our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any
suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of
justice. I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my
people, as
you, I think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to
tremble with dread of the future.
In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation,
fingers pointing to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and
what can be done to prevent it from happening again. There will be
heightened
security, misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go
forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined,
too. Unimaginably determined.
THE STEEL IN US
You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That
aspect of our character is seldom understood by people who don't know us
well. On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans
we
will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will
rise in defense of all that we cherish.
So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs
to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred.
If
that's the case, consider the message received.
And take this message in exchange: You don't know my
people. You don't know what we're capable of. You don't know what you
just
started.
But you're about to learn.
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--
Iridios