After the Dust Settles
I have been thinking long and hard about what to write, and what to say about the events that occurred yesterday. I feel a great sense of dread and sadness over the tragedy, and in many ways, it has hit home. At work, things have been slightly off kilter. My students are not able to concentrate on what they are supposed to do, and with just cause. It's not every day that the reality of the sheltered world you live in is shattered. They have been looking to me for answers and some semblance of answers, and I can't say anything because I'm still looking for those answers as well.
The media has been blowing up the story, excuse the pun, and giving us pictures we don't need to see, stories we don't need to hear. The human dimension is understood, but pushing the envelope is replaying scenes of horror and doing so to build up network ratings and escalate the already reactionary xenophobia that is rampant in the nation. I have stopped watching TV, not because I want to separate myself from this reality, but to not buy into the depiction of fear.
I called God again today, but he didn't return my call. Asshole doesn't check his voicemail either, I bet.
I grieve for no one person in particular, but I feel sadness for the loss of life, and the many lives that are affected.
I grieve a bit for myself, knowing that a part of the innocence is gone.
Voodoo
Wednesday, September 12, 2001
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