How 9/11 changed me
To this day, I am surrounded by people in my family, who include Truthers, Black Nationalists and a mixed bag of head in the sand, socialists and lefties.
On 9/11, I was at work. At about 20 after 8 my time, a women who worked across the hall came running in, yelling "Did you hear?", a plane just crashed into one of the World Trade Center buildings!
Our initial reaction was, What? What happened? The feelings could be compared to a major crime had just taken place. Man! How awful!
Then, she came back in and told us that a plane had crashed into the other World Trade building.
Each of us escaped into our own private worlds.
I can't tell you what the other people in the office were thinking. But for me, my immediate thoughts went to Pearl Harbor.
I knew that we were under attack. I knew that odds of two planes, accidentally crashing into the World Trade Center buildings, was beyond a mathematical equation.
After the temporary lapse, when my co-workers came out of their private moments, there was momentary panic. What is going on? Are my children safe? Am I safe?
I called home. My boyfriends best friend was a government attorney, who went to the World Trade Center frequently. I told him to let me know as soon as possible if his friend was ok. A time of practical thought.
The owner of the company decided, just like many of owners in this country, that it was important to let our customers know that the world did not stop. That it was business as usual. I was pissed. I wanted to go home. I wanted to watch the news. I wanted to know what was going on. I wanted to know...............
I turned to the only source of information I had available. The internet. It was jammed. Just like myself, there were many thousands of people, held hostage by the owner of the company, who wanted the customers to "think" that everything was normal.
It wasn't. And it still isn't today.
Prior to 9/11, I was a card carrying Democrat. A lefty who lived in Obama's world.
How did 9/11 change you?