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I thought for sure there would have been more attacks.
I thought that by now, bin Laden would be certainly dead and certain portions of the Middle East would be gone.
I thought we would have learned something, that people would be better and kinder and more understanding.
I did not think that this would all feel vaguely familiar, that I would watch the news and suddenly be transported back to January, 1991, the day Natalie took her very first step. The day the Gulf War started.
I did not image that, one year later, the changes I was hoping for would never materialize. I never thought that things would just get worse.
I thought things would change. That September 11 would be a day to mark, a day to remember, but never did I think it would be a day to use and abuse to further ignorant agendas.
Here's the thing about hatred and the people who propogate it: They will find any excuse, any rationality, any justification to defend their views. If they have to use a national tragedy to get their point across, they will. Hate has no boundaries. Hate has no morals, no sense of decency.
From today's Newsday:
Friday night, Sachem Quality of Life in Farmingville will host a candlelight vigil at Ground Zero to launch a weekend conference, its second annual event focused on denouncing what it sees as an invasion of undocumented migrants.
Sachem Quality of Life is a hate group masquerading as a citizen's group. Their sole purpose is to twist and turn words and actions and laws so that their members may openly and aggressively convince the members of their community to hate immigrants.
The group was started to address the problem of day laborers in the town of Farmingville.
Ray Wysolmierski, spokesman for the Sachem group [said] "What happened at Ground Zero and what's happening in Farmingville, in both cases illegal immigrants are responsible for the tragedy. We'll make the ties at the conference. We'll make an irrefutable case."
Sorry, Ray. The problem of day laborers hanging out on your corner is not a "tragedy." For a hate group such as SQL to take Septmeber 11 and make it part of their agenda, to use it as an impetus to encourage people to have disdain for others, that just proves to me that we have taken a turn for the worse.
In small type, on the bottom of the page about the 2nd National Congress of Immigration Reform conference, it says:
"Many of the potential presenters and attendees agree that the one year anniversary of 9/11 would be a very appropriate time for a conference to inform the American public about how little has actually been done to control illegal immigration and to secure our borders since 9/11. These failures further jeopardize our national security. Being that Farmingville, LI, NY is so close to Ground Zero, one day of the conference will be dedicated to a trip to "Ground Zero" and it will be pointed out that the attacks were a direct result of uncontrolled massive illegal immigration and the inability of the government to enforce its own laws."
How nice. They will stand on the site where thousands of people died and use that place to spew hatred, ignorance and skewered statistics.
Im sure that SQL is not the only hate group using September 11 for their own agenda. And I really shouldn't be surprised, given that bigots and hate mongerers rarely have any sense of common decency.
But I am still saddened. I still shake my head in disbelief when I realize how long ago that day was, and how little we have accomplished since then.
We are still, and perhaps always will be, a nation of factions, a nation where proponents of ignorance, who think they are supporting common sense and understanding, line up on one side and people who think they are proponents of common sense and understanding, but are acting like closed-minded bigots line up on the other and each side lobs verbal bombs until the cows come home. They never talk, they never make attempts to understand, they just aim and fire and insist that they have the right to victory.
I feel the need to do something. The need to belong somewhere, to use my voice, to shake people and make them understand. Sometimes this great desire washes over me to to stand up and shout and make something of myself, use my words, my voice, my anger to reach out and make change.
And then there are days, like today, when it all seems so hopeless and my voice seems so small, that I just want to get back into bed and say the hell with it. Let's just get it overwith and wage war on ourselves and the last one standing can have this ridiculous planet as their own. It's damaged goods, anyhow.