9/11 found me in Detroit early in the morning. I had flown in on a ridiculously early flight, especially for a Sunday morning, but such are the vicissitudes of life.
In the days leading up to 9/11/2011 many articles appeared in the media discoursing upon grief, renewal, remembrance, forgiveness and love. Glaringly absent from all this syrupy, touchy-feeley pap was any mention of those who did this to us. It's as if a hurricane or a tornado or some other divine accident caused those towers to fall down. Let's not point any fingers, no one's to blame, let's all hold hands and forgive each other. To paraphrase something I read in a book by Mary Doria Russel, if G-d can forgive this, hell must be an empty place.
Back in Detroit, at the zoo in beautiful late summer weather (similar to conditions on that lovely Tuesday of 9/11), while New York and the nation mourned, I was surprised to see some ragheads, strolling there in full regalia, bold as brass, as if they had nothing to do with 9/11 on its tenth anniversary.
It reminded me of the celebrations in Gaza and other middle eastern cities as the towers collapsed.
WAKE UP AMERICA! Europe has already been overrun, let's not have it happen here.
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