Sunday, September 11, 2011

In New York, it's not about opinions

I've read a lot of hyperbole this week. I have to confess, pre 2004, I would have probably been the same. As we mourn today in New York, it's easy for the armchair pundits to wade in with their opinion on 9/11, why it happened and so on. I know because I've been like that myself. Then when you get closer to the tragedy, the human aspect of it comes into sharp focus. You meet people who lost fathers, mothers, sons, daughters, friends, colleagues and, quite frankly, they could not give a fuck what you or I think. And why should they?

No two tragedies are the same and no one going for breakfast that morning in downtown Manhattan or going to work as a cop or fireman or hot dog vendor was in any way shape or form deserving of the massacre that occured that day. They're dead because of where they were not who they were.

Over 3000 kids lost a parent that day, a loss that can never be brought back, they don't care if anyone saw it coming, they just want their Dad back.

9/11 didn't end on 9/11, it goes on now so spare a thought for all those who died, those who lost loved ones, those that lost their jobs, those first responders who got cancer because of their bravery, those poor bastards who had to jump out buildings to certain death.

Let the opinions start on Sep 12th.

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