I'm sitting here, watching
people falling from burning towers, crying because they can't find their loved
ones, screaming because they are hurt and bleeding, sobbing because they are
scared.
Today is a black day in the history of not only the USA, but the entire world.
Not since WW2 have we seen such abject and wanton destruction of humanity, and
the lives of innocent civilians that have done NOTHING wrong. Not since WW2
have we seen the mass slaughter of people, based solely on their nationality.
My heart goes out to the families of the victims. For they do not even know for
sure yet if their loved ones are safe and all right. I had a small measure of
panic today when I could not locate a family member who is in New York City,
and two family members just outside of Pittsburgh. Thankfully, they are all
safe from the evil attacks, but not from the images that will haunt them
forever. One family member, working at a building not far from the WTC's, was
horified to look out of his window, and see bodies of people falling past, from
the upper floors of the WTC's.
I was sick to my stomach today as images of sheer horror flickered across my
television screen. I am reduced to tears each time I think of the people
trapped under the rubble, people who may still be alive, people who may stil be
screaming for help until they lose the strength to scream any longer. People
who are faced with the fact that no one is coming to save them, and must live
out the final moments of their lives in the dusty darkness of what is left of
the WTC's. People who must face death, pained, hurt, bruised, hungry, and
utterly alone.
No one will hold their hands as they leave this world. No one will be there to
reassure them as they pass from this plain to the next. No one will wipe away
their tears, no one will kiss them goodbye. No one will do this, because the
rescue teams who were attempting to save the lives of these people, have now
joined them beneath the rubble. The brave men and women who risked their lives
to save others were buried alive when the second building collapsed. And now no
one can save them, because it is far too dangerous to even think about
attempting.
I'm watching thousands of innocents meet their deaths, and my heart is breaking
for them. Then the image changes. It is an image of celebration by small
pockets of Palestinian Groups in the Middle East. They are cheering, dancing,
eating and drinking. They are waving their flags in what they feel is triumph.
They are revelling in the horrid slaughter of tens of thousands of innocent
people.
I know they were raised with hatred for Americans and the west in their blood.
I don't care.
PEOPLE died today. Thousands of LIVING, BREATHING, PEOPLE. People with
FAMILIES, and CHILDREN. Sons, and daughters, Mothers and fathers. Husbands and
wives. Brothers and Sisters.
How can anyone, ANYONE, celebrate the massacre that occured today? How can
people CHEER ON the deaths of so many, in the name of "Allah"? The
scene of those people celebrating the pain of fellow HUMANS was possibly more
horrific for me to watch than the attacks themselves.
My faith in humanity is cracking. I never thought I'd see anything nearly as
diabolical as the celebration in the streets of the West Bank today.
The world is a much more morose and disturbing place than my worst nightmares
could ever fathom.
Even if nothing is done about this disgusting display of inhumanity, this utter
disregard for the lives of so many, I know in my heart that judgement will be
waiting for them on a much higher level than any human court can serve.
My sincerest condolences and more heatfelt sympathies go out to all of those
affected by the gruesome events taking place today in the United States.
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