I think I’m just kind of annoyed, so I am going to ramble about it while sharing my attention with 15 Bodacious Bathrooms – a show that really deserves a rant of its own. People with slightly outdated but well-appointed bathrooms bitching about how UGLY their bathrooms are, and spending untold amounts of money to have perfectly serviceable and – in many cases – luxurious bathrooms remodeled to be uber luxurious. Ain’t that America, eh?
It’s Memorial Day and I am tired of getting emails reminding me to be American, and I am tired of seeing people reposting from each other on Facebook about what fine Americans THEY are for reposting, and if I were an American, I would repost it, TOO, because if I DON’T, then I am UN-American. I personally thanked each of the soldiers that I know, and I invited others on my friends list to do the same…as of this writing, not one of them has posted their personal “thank yous.” I’ll check again in the morning. We’ll see who’s “American.”
If we want to venture down the UN-American Freeway, let’s talk about the mosque that’s planned for ground zero. How is it even possible that this is being allowed? Doesn’t anyone remember what happened on September 11th, 2001? I do. I remember it with perfect clarity.
I remember because I worked as a travel agent for American Express, in a massive call center. Those of you that have ever worked in a call center can attest to the fact that there is always a din of activity. Conversations between cube-mates, conversations on the telephone, team meetings, etc. This place was no different, except on September 11th, 2001. Instead of the lively cacophony, it was eerily silent save for the giant TVs placed around the center to keep everyone apprised of the goings-on to the minute. I sat down in my seat, I looked at my cube-neighbor who had tears spilling from her eyes. I numbly placed my headset on and prepared myself for the first call. In terms of the workload, it was an easy day since all air travel had been halted indefinitely. Emotionally, however, it was like taking a knife to the solar plexus. My first call was from a woman asking if American Airlines flight 11 had been a non-stop flight. The nauseating irony of the question was not lost on either of us when I answered, “No, flight 11 is scheduled as a non-stop flight.” She thanked me and hung up. I could tell by the thinly veiled tone of abject despair in her voice that she already knew the answer. She knew that the person she wanted to hear from was on that flight, and that she would not be hearing from that person again. EVER.
I may have shared that experience before, but I will never stop telling it.
There are positive stories from that day, too. I remember that every rental car company was allowing cars to be rented and subsequently returned to any location, with no additional fees. Strangers were banding together and renting cars to make unplanned road trips across the nation, just to get each other home. American strangers – because that’s how we roll, in this case, LITERALLY. I helped reserve cars for those people, so I claim a tiny piece of that victory in the face of monumental tragedy.
Now, explain to me how we, as Americans, are allowing this to happen? I have read that it is intended as a “seed of peace.” I don’t buy it. There is no good reason for building a mosque in the place where radical Islamic terrorists premeditatedly killed THOUSANDS of innocent people, and subsequently destroyed TENS of THOUSANDS of lives, AMERICAN and otherwise. No “seed of peace” can grow on a plot of land that has been salted by hatred of members of the very community planting the “seed of peace.”
I don’t accept that. I find it UNACCEPTABLE. Let’s stop worrying about Arizona trying to stop people from entering this country illegally and start worrying about the illegals that actually did a substantial amount of collateral damage in the heart of the biggest city in the nation AND in the nation’s capitol. I feel that they are now claiming that land as a prize. A trophy of their offering in the name of their “religion.” I might vomit. Now, for those that might say, “I shouldn’t lump all Muslims in the same category as the radical terrorists,” I’m not. I’m saying that it is disrespectful that a mosque be built, and in the spirit of RESPECT for our nation’s loss, it shouldn’t even be considered. I place no judgement on members of that Muslim community, but I don’t believe a “seed of peace” in the form of a potential gathering spot for secret terrorist cells is appropriate. Don’t build anything. Just leave it be. It’s a war wound and should be treated as such. The immediacy of the wound has healed on the surface, but the scar left behind should be honored and revered. Not treated as something that should be covered.
Doesn’t this bother anyone else?
For all the firemen, policemen, medics, bystanders, survivors, victims and their families – I remember. I REMEMBER. It is in their memory that I write THIS post and claim back a little piece of America from the hands of those that would see it go down in flames. I REMEMBER.
God Bless America. Amen.