Thursday, September 11, 2003
What a weird day. 9/11. I never know what to do with this day. Last year I wore a flag bandana to commemorate the lost lives. This year I'm just sad and confused and tired. The whole thing makes me tired. They are trying to call it Patriot Day like this is some uniquely American phenomenon that we should all be proud of. Everyone runs around talking about getting revenge for 9/11. Wiping out terrorism so it won't happen again. I'll probably blog more about that on Pissed Off Wiccan. For here I will just say that the whole thing is a mess and no one won anything when those planes crashed. Everyone lost. People died for no reason. Other people thought killing was a solution for something. And still other people saw it as an opportunity to take advantage of the rest of us for their own ends. And the only thing that came out of it is more people dying. More people hating. More people killing. And it will go on like this forever. Until someone has the guts to be the first one to just...
stop it.
I get harassed for being a pacifist. It's not just part of my faith, it's part of who I am. I
know violence is wrong. I
feel violence is wrong. But I have to tell you that it takes a whole he** of a lot more strength to
be a pacifist. It's so easy it's instinctual to strike out against someone who has hurt you. You don't even have to think about it. There is no exhertion of will there.
But try watching people beaten, tortured, and killed and not taking a bazooka and blowing the killers away. Try instead to understand them, to identify with them, and then to help them so that they no longer need to beat, torture or kill. Or to lock them away where they can no longer harm anyone and not beat them every day so they know how it feels. Could you do that? It would be a struggle for most of us but it's the right thing to do. And even if you're not Wiccan, even if you're a Christian, this is still your creed. It's there in the Sermon on the Mount. But it's easier to ignore that extollation by Christ. Easier to mouth eye for an eye and put Ted Bundy to death or invade Iraq. So never call a pacifist weak. You can call us many things, but weak can never be one of them.
And those are my thoughts on this 9/11. I wonder if I will ever come to terms with this day. I wonder if it would have been easier to take if we hadn't spent the last 2 years hunting down Muslims and killing them. If we had just come together and taken the time to heal. We'll never know. I've got a whole pile of other stuff to blog about but I really can't do it today.
Peace out, y'all.
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