We Were Working

On a beautiful fall morning in Indianapolis, IN, USA I drove to the metal fabricating company where I was a fabricator/secretary. It was a beautiful, cool, but comfortable morning. One of those mornings which just says "Welcome to the day." Perfect.

I was working at a big, red, break press forming puched sheets of steel into floor panels for scaffolding. One of my co-workers, a big black man with a sordid story of his own, came running out of the break room yelling a plane just hit the World Trade Center. We thought a small plane went off course, and a horrible accident occured. We watched for a few minutes the smoking tower before the president of the company said it was time to get back to work. Truly, industry waits for no man. It's an every-second-counts place to work. So, we went back to doing our jobs.

The news of a second plane hitting the towers came shortly thereafter. We new at that point it was no accident. Later we heard of the other planes, and especially the heroism of the passengers of Flight 93.

Muslims: I want to have a good opinion of you, love you like a neighbor, and welcome your families to my country with open arms. But, I can't for several reasons, of which I will state a couple. Where are the Allah Bless America rallies, and the denunciation of the radical interpretations of Islam's book; the Qur'an? Where is the rejection of hamas, al-qaeda, and hezbollah? I feel I will be waiting a long time to call you friend, and call you my beloved neighbors. I feel it won't happen after reading the Qur'an.

Do all muslims hate us, and the west? I see little evidence to the contrary, and it disturbs and enrages me, and causes me to be vigilant in my everyday life. It is a sad thing to know I can't see when we will live as equals knowing what I've learned of sharia law, and it's oppressiveness and intolerence to non-muslims. It makes me mad there are people who believe my and my children's deaths is called justice. When you see me in the grocery store do you fantasize how you will kill my toddler, or rape my wife, who proundly lives as a free woman? Please tell me there are muslims who don't blame the innocent for the source of all evil. Please! I want to know you exist!

After the second plane hit the tower the president came into the break room and watched the television with us. We watched people diving from the building hundreds of feet up to escape the heat of the burning jet fuel. I've never seen anything like it. I never want to see it again. I remember that moment for all the dying people the jumpers represented. I remember everything about that morning and exactly where I was for the same reason. I question the "beauty" of "the religion of peace" because of the horror and anger I saw acted out that day.

The president didn't say anything the second time, but we left the break room, and did what Americans always do in times of great trial; we went back to work.
WhyNotSayIt WhyNotSayIt
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Sep 11, 2012