9/11 Memorial

I went a 9/11 memorial this evening. We listened to the the college president speak to us about love and hate and the danger of blind faith. We all lit candles while an accapella group sang and the American Flag was lowered from the pole where it flew at half-mast all day, neatly folded up and carried away. Then we all stood there in the chill evening surrounding the flagpole in a circle, starring in to our candles silently to reflect. I remembered the sound that the first plane made and how strange and unbelievable it was to sit in class with Madame Gonzalez and stare up at the tv while disaster unfolded when we should have been doing french. More than anything else though, I remember walking home with my father at noon through streets coated with dust while public transport shut down all around us and people staggered up from ground-zero coted in white dust. They would have looked like ghosts except that the tears they were weeping left skin-colored tracks down their cheeks.
And I can't help but be angry at the organization and the people who did this too us. Who took people who normally would have worked an eight or nine hour day and gone home to their famillies and instead forced them to face the choice of jumping eighty or one hundred stories to a quick death or die slowly by fire. Those who could not chose died when the Towers collapsed.
I am also angry at those who leaders who should have taken care of us and instead chose to lead us on a wild goose chase of lies and failures because they thought that it would yield more productive results and make them look better. Lies may change appearences, but only the truth produces results. Remember that only the truth brings justice.
WE WILL NEVER FORGET. I WILL NEVER FORGET.