Right after the attack on the World Trade Center on 9/11/01, when the buildings collapsed⏤the incinerated air covered people in soot and ash⏤the smell of death and war had made its way to New York City. When we saw, first hand, the horror that befell our countrymen and women, instantly we were both humbled and galvanized by the futility of our human condition and recognized in that moment⏤life would be forever changed.
Shock and anger united “We the People” almost immediately. It was more of a shock wave to realign each other to the reality that separation no longer made sense⏤we wanted to join forces to fight the enemy. What happened on that fateful day forced us to afford each other fundamental respect.
September 11, 2001, though desperately tragic⏤united America.
The time had come to seek a singular purpose to focus our resources, hearts and minds on a goal to save our existence.
Much like how the attack on Pearl Harbor had woke us up from a deep slumber, collectively realizing that engaging in a World War was the only path forward. A path that would carry us to new heights. It was an honor to be a soldier, a warrior. The military had meaning and the United States entered into a “golden age” of respect. The country built itself up from the inside out. Life was good and people were more balanced. We respected each other on a very human level.
In time, of course, life after tragedy or significant change returns us to normalcy. The lessons learned and the sense of world community have worn off considerably and quite rapidly, in the blink of an eye.
Many souls were indelibly impacted by the 9/11 catastrophe and it has caused positive change in their outlook. Others, however, resumed where they left off, as if nothing had changed, as they settle back into old beliefs.
In the years since 9/11, commonality and respect for thy fellow man has been lost.
Military spending and fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan continue at monumental levels never seen before in human history and are sucking the country dry of hope and its resources and sadly, it has polarized us, as a nation.
The signs do not bode well and are perilously pushing us closer to violence in the streets that will make the civil rights movements of the 60’s, look like child’s play.
What do we teach our children about American and World history? We teach them that our past is the bridge to our future. We teach them to love and respect one another. We teach them to fight for the salvation of all humanity.
How soon we forget that our country was born out of revolution. We are in the greatest class struggle in our history⏤which is no longer confined to our borders now. It has become a world crisis.
“Those who do not remember the past will be condemned to repeat it” said George Santayana.
This is the ultimate undoing of society, when we no longer respect each human being and we forsake them in the name of progress and the accumulation of wealth and power.
Our Twin Towers of Babel
Another year from that moment
A day that I dread
For years my pencil kept failing
Only a pile of erasures instead
I tried to make sense of
The horror I saw
From the tip of a building
To a subterranean floor
New York’s finest had fallen
The day our shining apple had died
A Father A Mother
Precious family that fell
A Sister A Brother
It’s up to us to retell
An enemy attacked us
Right here on our shores
They planned our destruction
Like never before
Our Twin Towers of Babel
That were built to the sky
Were they reaching for God?
Many questioning why
Please help the New Yorkers
Who were covered in ash
They breathed a toxic combination
Of paper and glass
We too are survivors
Who were left frozen in time
We can recall every minute detail
So frightfully clear in our mind
God..please bless the fallen
And keep repairing our heart
From that 11th of September
The day it was broken apart
Written by RayRay 9/11/19©️