Nine Eleven

I'm not terrorized anymore, I never was. The images I saw on TV that day broke my heart. Seeing people jump to their deaths, knowing firefighters were still in the womb of the towers when they collapsed, all the instant orphans, the dust and a different landscape. I was angry, and perhaps I still am. I know that the terrorists were Middle Eastern, but I have Middle Eastern friends. I know the terrorists were "Muslims", but I have Muslim friends, and these people who supposedly did this are nothing like the Middle Easter Muslim friends I know.
I also know my uncles and other Civil Engineers, and we don't believe kerosene's burning temperature brought the buildings down, and President Bush left many unanswered questions. Except that his response was another Katrina and that he manipulated National Security information for Political gain. Then we went to Iraq, we didn't have to go, we didn't want to go, our allies didn't want to go and Powell lied to the U.N., but my friends are in the Armed Forces and I support the troops, always. Leaving a constant worry.
We elected a new President (I voted for him) and still there are many questions left unanswered. Still, that day something happened, something changed in the very fibers of this Country. I saw White Americans, First Nations (Native Americans), African Americans, Mexican Americans and Asian Americans come together as a whole. Together we raised from the ashes, we survived Bush and we are already recovering from the worst financial crisis we've ever seen.
We are not terrorized, I don't think we ever were.
We are angry and we will never forget, and Fuck You, Putos.