The urge to be glued to the TV is strong today. So was the urge to glance down at the clock from about 8am to 11am. “It was right now five years ago.” Yeah, it was. We are obsessed with marking the time and I cannot figure out why. There is no point, nothing is gained but maybe a creepy chill up one’s spine. Masochistic indeed. Did they do this after Pearl Harbor?
If one must be immersed in the events, at least do it right. Listen to Self-Evident by Ani DiFranco. Read “What Next” by Walter Mosley. Listen to “This Too Shall Pass” by India.Arie, “Agnus Dei” by Rufus Wainwright, or anything by Sigur Ros. Don’t try and mourn in between commercial breaks.
I am battling the desire to be a spoonfed numbed-by-grief American on this day. To not look back for so long that I end up tripping on today. Today. THIS day. We are sad, yes. So acknowledge that emotion, then move on. Do something courageous, compassionate, selfless, or all of the above. At the very least, keep living your life.
That being said, I’ve compiled a list of do’s and dont’s I hope I can abide by:
- I will not get sucked in to the barrage of 24/7 “Five Years Later” coverage. I’ve seen it all before, the information has always been there to revisit on my own. Reliving each significant minute that something happened is tempting, yes, but a very masochistic thing to do and nothing will be gained from it.
- I will not lose a day of my life trying to relive the past. Nothing can be done about what is gone, but something can be done about its implications on the present and future.
- I will not return to a life lived in fear. No amount of CNN rebroadcasting, political speeches, or terror alerts will bring that back.
- I will not let the wound of my lost innocence re-open. Once is enough, the bubble is popped, I know what’s going on now.
- I will not watch any of the millions of movies/specials/made-for-TV pieces of crap that are on every channel these days. Nobody needs to be profiting off this. If they’re not trying to make money they wouldn’t have any commercials.
- I will remember the lives lost that day, but I will also remember the almost 2,700 U.S. soldiers that have died in a war justified by what happened 5 years ago. There is no connection, the war is a lie, and our Commander in Chief has all of their blood on his hands.
- I will remember that the events five years ago are being used as a blank check for endless war, illegal detentions, torture, and murder.
- I will recognize that Islamic extremists don’t “hate our freedom”, they hate our colonialism, foreign policies, and world subjugation. It’s not as simple as the government would like us to believe. Terrorism goes deeper than religious differences, but our educational system, media, and government likes to leave this part out.
- I will remember that because of ignorant Americans and their prejudices, Muslim Americans continue to be wrongly targeted and forever have to defend their religion and their right to live in this country.
- I will not believe the official story given to us by the government.
- I will remember the dozens and dozens of questions that remain to be answered.
- I will recognize that it’s five years later and nothing has changed. Things are worse, nobody has been held accountable, and somehow people have forgotten than Presidents can be impeached.
That being said… I do love my country, and I do mark this as a sad day. My hope for the future is that September 11th moves from being a day of defeat and mourning to a day of action. There is no power in being sad, scared, and complacent. If people took their sadness and anger and directed it at the real cause of this country’s suffering, imagine the possibilities. It’s not “love it or leave it”, it’s “love it or fix it” and dissent is the highest form of patriotism.

What is the point of the 4th of July? I mean the real point, not the canned “to celebrate our independence and the birth of our country” answer. Because we all know that’s B.S., there’s not a whole lot to celebrate. In fact I think it’s rude to celebrate when we are in the middle of a war and occupation and losing young American soldiers every day.
I am re-dedicated, re-fueled, and re-pissed off about the war thanks to a book I found at the 
