Friday, September 11, 2009

My Brief 9/11 Post

I'm under the weather today, so this will be short and sweet, I think.

Two years ago, I shared a liitle bit about my 9/11 story:

What to say? This is a tough day. Six years ago, I jumped out of bed cheerfully, the awfulness of morning sickness beginning to subside (I was about 11 weeks pregnant with Ryan), planning to watch Martha Stewart's tv show (how domestic!). I flipped on the tv just in time to see the second plane hit the tower. Some time later, I was anxiously calling my mom to make sure that my dad wasn't working at the Pentagon that day (he wasn't).

I tried to stay calm, as I had a growing baby to think about. As the days passed, that baby was all I could think about: how could I protect him, how could I ever explain this terrible day to him?

Last year, I shared some of my frustration at the fact that we really hadn't made much progress in defeating our enemies:

Instead, it feels like we're further from (what should be) our goal--the eradication of our enemies--than ever. And in the meantime, we, the innocent, are paying for the sins of our enemies with the currency of liberty, in the form of the Patriot Act, Real ID, all of the stupid ziplock baggie rules at the airport, etc. Think about it. Consider the changes you have had to make in your life because of what the Bad Guys did on 9/11 and whether or not you really feel safer. I sure don't.

This is what happens when we, as a country, as a culture, are unable and unwilling to take a moral stand, to believe that we are right to fight our enemies.

And here we are, a year later. Where are the new Towers? If it had been up to me (and honestly, why isn't everything up to me anyhow?), I would have made certain that as soon as possible, newer, taller buildings were erected on the same spot. I suspect that every time any of the terrorists who collaborated and rejoiced in the execution of this terrible plan see the skyline of New York, and note the hole that is visible to anyone who knew the old New York Skyline, I suspect that they see it and feel proud and satisfied. They crumbled a symbol of our country's success, of the philosophy that enabled our success . . . and that symbol has yet to be rebuilt. That thought simply infuriates me. Don't even get me started on this new twisted idea that somehow "service" is the ideal way to honor the dead and fight our enemies.

Remember the innocent lives that were lost. Understand what we're fighting against. Resolve to fight. I leave you with this sentiment from Samuel Adams:

A general dissolution of principles and manners will more surely overthrow the liberties of America than the whole force of the common enemy. While the people are virtuous they cannot be subdued; but when once they lose their virtue then will be ready to surrender their liberties to the first external or internal invader.

Samuel Adams, letter to James Warren, February 12, 1779


Beth said...

Thanks Jenn. Hope you feel better soon.

LB said...

I had never read that quote from Samuel Adams. Its sentiment is appropropriate perhaps now more than ever.

Elisheva Hannah Levin said...


First, I hope the bug passes quickly and with little damage and you are up and about soon!

Secondly, I was thinking about your last year's 9/11 entry this morning, and lo and behold (as my Aunt Aggie used to say!) here is your this-years post.

I would love to be able to post today something that shows great progress, but unfortunately, it seems that we have only come further into unraveling. Sigh.

But thanks for the Adams quote, it expresses how I feel today.

Wendy Hawksley said...

Hoping you feel better soon, and thank you for sharing your thoughts.

It is a day I'll never forget; it was followed immediately by my husband's deployment to the Middle East for a few months; I was freaking out on a daily basis.

But, still, despite it, I decided it was time for us to have a baby. I kept asking myself the same questions you asked yourself. The biggest was, "Is it RIGHT to bring a child into this world???"

When David came home from Oman, though, I got pregnant.

Two years later, he was in Iraq, and I was just tired of the whole thing at that point. "Finish off the terrorists, bring our people home!" was all I could think.

Oddly enough, I feel safer living here (just a little south of the DMZ and North Korea...) than I did in the states. And did all that post 9/11 legislation help my peace of mind?

Not really. The world is what it is. The best I can do is be cautious and not let the Bad Guys think that they can stop me from pursuing life, liberty and happiness.

Because they can't and they won't.