9/11

I remember that day well. I live in St. Lucia as I said before and I was at school when the attack happened. I think I was thirteen at the time. I only found out what happened later that day since I had been at school for most of the day.

When I saw the news and reports I was…I have no idea what I was to tell you the truth. It seemed surreal to me. I remembered wondering how one person, far less an entire group came around to thinking that an act like that would solve any problem. Honestly, can anyone explain that to me? Are people so desperate to believe in something that any bullshit some idiot sprouts at them is gospel?

I could not watch footage from that day for a very long time-I have a hard time watching people suffer: I honestly get sick. But after a few years, I got up the courage to watch some documentaries and the thing that still sticks with me up until this day is watching these people lose hope and jump from those buildings. It was truly heartbreaking for me to watch and for most of it I cried.

And I think that is what 9/11 was about-making people lose hope. If a powerhouse like the United States could not prevent such an attack, who was really safe from people who had no respect for life? No one. That’s the answer I came up with. People were afraid to fly, many still are. We watch at some from another race with contempt, discrimination so easily. Wars are become easily accepted as the norm.

That’s what that attack did to the world. It took away the precious little things. Hope, trust and our humility.

This was not only an attack on the US. It was an attack on the entire world. And I’m not saying that to justify a war. How can violence stop violence? I am saying this because no matter where you came from, what religion, race, social class, man, woman or baby, you were affected by 9/11, directly or indirectly.

Ten years ago, so many people died senseless and I with most of the world mourn the tragic loss.

Remembering all those who were lost on this day.