I journaled about 9-11-2001 when I was in 8th grade…9 days after it happened.
I apologize for this 13 year old’s naïve and simplistic worldviews. I don’t even know what I was trying to say. Whatever. It’s raw. It’s here.
September 23, 2001
I’m writing this 12 days, 9 hours, and 25 minutes after the first plane hit. I was, at the time, on my way to the Upper East Side school I attend. It wasn’t until 11-something in the morning that I bluntly heard my principal, Liz, speak of 2 planes crashing into the World Trade Center. In my mind, I saw two metal-winged birds, side by side, helplessly bursting into balls of fire at the top of one tower. Half of their bodies were still stuck there, mooning the sky. One tower was unaffected by the sorrows of his brother. Liz also mentioned another plane going into the Pentagon. This went by me almost completely unacknowledged.
Later, my homeroom teacher, Megan, said the word, “terrorist.” That’s when I realized my and your and our and his and her mortality. But it made sense, what I had imagined. The terrorist planes were turning their backs on the sky and telling the world to kiss their asses. Because why should they care? They were going to some heaven, virgins or not. This mission was their fast ticket out.
I always wondered why anyone would want to become a firefighter or policeman (or -woman). What causes that selflessness? This tragedy, if anything good came out of it, it was because it answered my and many’s question: it’s because of love.
Over these past few days, people have called these attackers “monsters,” “cowards,” “bastards”… There is only one word that describes whoever did this–humans. For no other creature – monsters, cowards, bastards alike – could have had the nerve to turn women, widows, children, orphans and airplanes into bombs. Only the worst–humans.
There is one thing, however, that keeps humanity going–love. I always wondered why anyone would want to become a firefighter or policeman (or -woman). What causes that selflessness? This tragedy, if anything good came out of it, it was because it answered my and many’s question: it’s because of love.
It’s because the police and the firefighters who went into those buildings 9 days ago had love and faith for humanity. They were doing their jobs because they loved and they believed… believed that one day we will evolve into a world driven by love. We’ll have our differences and hate will come along–but love is strong and love will endure. No one will be able to pull away the hand we will have reached out to one another. This country will be one again.