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09-16-2001

No matter how much it hurts......

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I've deliberately avoided comment on the New York, Washington, and Pennsylvania attacks/crashes, as my emotions were clearly too jumbled, most likely as everyone's have been. After nearly a week of deliberation, I realized that my anger and horror boil down to one issue.
Racism.
Even in these weeks of the UN having to meet to 'discuss' racism, we as a country are attacked. Not for our ideals, not for purposes of theft, not for retribution, but because of how we think as a nation, a government, and individuals.
I've propounded for years that racism is the most dangerous issue facing our world today. Not hunger, not economic development, not religion, not disease, global warming, or nuclear weapons. Most of these problems will dissipate at the end of the day when racism is no longer a factor.
Yet in light of this tragedy, what has already been forgotten? 
People are already being attacked for being from Afghanistan, Pakistan, the Emirates. ** 
 
There is no honor in the theft of life. Physical or emotional. 

 

I watch the news, speak to people, read the e-mails like any other human across the world. Not just here in the States, as evidenced by the mail that comes from friends and fans around the globe, and as demonstrated by the dozens of websites that have added forums for international visitors.
Racism caused this tragedy, and if this country and others don't realize this small, simple fact, WE ARE  DOOMED TO REPEAT IT!!! THIS WILL HAPPEN ONCE MORE!!
We are human beings. Five-fingered. Other human beings have harmed our homelands. Those responsible should and will be brought to justice, and from my view, with their lives finished out in great pain and suffering. But not because of their skin color, their religion, or their cultural sense. But because they committed a heinous crime against their fellow man, a crime that cost lives, a crime that destroyed innocence.
Realize that many of those from the Middle East are frightened for their lives in this time of hate, death, and potential war. They are fearful of retribution for acts they didn't commit. I saw one man from India in the airport on Friday, wearing a badge prominently on his jacket. It said, "I'm not Muslim, I'm from India, and I hurt too." Because his skin is brown, because he has the characteristics of someone from the Middle East, he felt he was a target. Is this right? Even in the aftermath of what has happened? I submit not. In fact, I'm enraged that it could ever be perceived otherwise. Many of these people left their homelands to escape oppression, retribution, and in search of a better life. Just like most of our ancestors did. We can't change what happened, much as I wish we could. There isn't a soul in this country that isn't affected in some form by the tragedy. I too, lost friends in the attack. But to make this tragedy become something we can move forward from, we first must be certain that the people who have been murdered on the fateful day did not die in vain. Let our losses stand for something good, for a better sense of humanity, for a stronger sense of purpose. We can't allow our love for those lost, our compassion for their families pain, our own hurts and bewilderments to be dimmed by hatred and retribution upon other innocents. 
We're all angry, we're all hurt, we're all stunned, bewildered, and without words. There never will be words for this occasion, as it's never happened before, and I pray we'll never allow it to happen again. But it all starts with tolerance. Honor the innocent lives lost by preserving innocent lives that are still here. Recognize and direct the anger to those who warrant it, to those who caused the loss. Let those who perished be honored with the knowledge that their pain was not in vain, that they lost their lives in the war of racism. And that we as a world society, have become a better people for their loss.
I pray that this is the beginning of the end of this disease, that the hurt is great enough that we alter the course of destiny to assure that it is never allowed to happen again.
May the Creator bless all of us. May we choose to walk in beauty. No matter how much it hurts......

   
In final thought: To my nieces and nephew that are serving in our armed forces as we prepare for what may become war, I'm proud of you, I love you, pray you will return to us safely. I thank God for your safety, bravery, and dignity. 

** This editorial originally contained a reference to a powwow. I removed it, as someone mistakenly thought I was referring to a local event.  I should have better placed my words, as especially now, there is no desire to hurt, harm, or offend anyone.