posted on May, 4 2011 @ 01:39 AM
I was working as security for a bank then. I'd gotten my raggedy ass up, dressed, and out the door. A friend met me at the end of my driveway as I
was going to work, and said "Bastards got us."
"Which bastards?" I asked.
"Terrorists, man! Ain't you been watching the news?"
"Nope. Been getting ready for work."
"They flew a plane into the World Trade Center. It's going up like a Roman Candle."
"Thanks for the tip. Looks like I'll be busy today then. I reckon I better git."
I turned on the car radio to listen to as I was driving in to work. News of the "horrible accident" was all over the radio. The news wasn't saying
anything about an attack, just that a plane had accidentally flown into the WTC. Then, when I was about half way to work, another one hit the other
tower. About the time I pulled into the parking lot, news of the Shanksville crash and the Pentagon hit were just hitting the airwaves. It suddenly
didn't seem so accidental, and people were starting to ask questions. To this day I wonder where my boy got his information that it was terrorists
so early on, while all the talking heads were carrying on about an "accident".
At the bank, news was on in the break room, but I didn't see much of that, either, as I was working out side. Got most of my information from the
rumor mill, people coming by scared and wanting to talk. Occasionally one of the bank employees or another would come out and update me with what was
being said on the news.
I recall that all the airplanes were grounded after so many had fallen out of the sky in such a violent manner. It was eerie having no airplanes and
not even so much as a contrail in the sky for the next 4 days. It seemed quieter, for some reason, as if the lack of air traffic somehow muted all the
I was on a 10 minute break when the first tower collapsed, and did see that live on the news, which was running constantly and had pre-empted all
other programming on the idiot box. Later, a teller came outside on a smoke break and told me that the second tower had caved in, too. By my afternoon
break, muslims were dancing in the streets and celebrating the attack on the Great Satan. I recall seeing that, and thinking "I bet this don't turn
out so well for you all party animals in the end".
I had an Islamic acquaintance, a woman who used to come by the bank covered head to toe in a black chidoor. She came by just to tell me to watch my
ass, it looked like it might be on. I recall her vividly, telling me that I needed to keep my eyes peeled, since someone like her could be hiding an
AK under that chidoor and I'd not know it until it was too late. I told her that thanks, but I wasn't as dumb as I looked, and had already been
around the block. Anyone fumbling and struggling to get anything out from under all that cloth wouldn't live long enough to brag about it afterwards.
They might get me, but it wouldn't be free. She grinned (the only way I could tell was because her eyes crinkled at their corners) and said "
Like I said, everyone was scared, and that included the muslims in my neck of the woods. She was scared, as was a Palestinian guy who used to come by
and shoot the bull with me. They made no bones about it, either. They were scared for me, figuring I might be a pretty good target, and they were
scared for themselves, figuring they were pretty good targets for a retaliation. Much easier for unthinking folks to take out their frustrations on a
neighbor than to hop a plane and go take them out overseas, and as it turned out they were right about that. During the backlash here, anyone with a
swarthy complexion was "fair game", regardless of where they actually came from, or what their religion or politics (or lack thereof) really were.
People from India were even being retaliated against, just because folks couldn't get it straight in their head that Indians weren't Arabs, and
didn't give a damn at all about any actual politics or religion involved. They just wanted to unthinkingly lash out against any one who might
fit a general description.
Even the woman in the black chidoor I mentioned before was a target. A woman, just going about her business! I had to break up a mob that was forming
against her in the parking lot and hustle her inside the bank, then go back and disperse the mob. All because of what she was wearing, had nothing to
do with what she said or did. Just because of what she was wearing. The kicker was that she was entirely American, born and bred. She probably spoke
better English than I do, but had converted to Islam years ago, and took it seriously - seriously enough to make herself a target simply by not
compromising on her apparel.
The Palestinian guy was an American citizen, too, and had probably been through a lot more red tape and BS, had jumped through many more hoops to get
that citizenship than ANY of his detractors, who had gotten theirs for free through a simple birthright, and no effort at all of their own. His
politics on the Israeli-Palestinian issue were what one would expect, but the 9-11 attacks were an entirely different matter. He was an American, and
the country he'd chosen to adopt was under attack. Because of that, he came under attack himself, from fellow citizens who hadn't put nearly as much
work into getting that citizenship as he had, nor had they made any sort of conscious effort or choice at all to gain it.
Another friend of mine, a Pakistani, put 20 YEARS into getting his citizenship, and was treated like an outsider by people who had been born to it,
and so never had to think about it at all.
Yeah, there are real monsters out there. They need to be dealt with as has recently occurred, and that won't get done when mobs rule and no one has
to think about what they're doing, or against whom. Picking the wrong targets has two negative results - it lets the real monsters off the hook to go
on their merry destructive way, and it makes monsters out of the unthinking constituents of the mob as well.
They become themselves what they claim to fear the most. In that way, the real terrorists win, and the victory is handed them on a silver platter. I
know this beyond doubt, since I've faced those mobs myself, on behalf of innocents ill equipped to deal with them, and in so doing have had my own
"patriotism" questioned. Piss on 'em. Question me and my "patriotism" all you want, but you'd best do it from more than an arm's length away.
If that's patriotism, they can have it and be damned.
I prefer real targets, not just whatever happens by.