It seems impossible to find one thing that was better after the 9/11/2001 WTC attacks. Even saying this gives me the creeps. But one thing that was better than ever before was race relations. Did anybody think about that? Or did we all come together and help each other. Didn’t we look into each others eyes in disbelieve without seeing the color of that persons skin.
I can still see the guy who was grey with that debris floating around. As he poured water on his face his skin color became noticeable and my first thought was this poor guy made it out at least. Not wow this black guy was lucky. I knew because of facial features that he was black, but I was so concerned about how he could have breathed with this stuff all over him. I wasn’t even near his race. We all felt for each other. The shock of it all knocked out the hate, making us color blind.
But this is what Obama, Holder, deBlasio and Sharpton all brought back. To them it’s not important that we continue the feeling of one for all and all for one. We all know what history held for blacks and jews, and yes we need to know. I think that is like one of those nightmares we have, when you really want to wake up. Similar to our short term memory on dreams, that help us forget the ugly, scary or weird nightmares. Thats what 9/11 did. On 9/11 and after did anyone think of race relations? I didn’t.
Only when I was a kid watching National Geographic where I discovered different skin colors, wider noses, slit-like eyes, languages and accents. Unique details, not bad or scary.
So as time goes on, your into your teens and its such a mixed up world, not only in relating to one another, but you have the questions, “what are you going to be when you grow up?” And why is it that the blacks group together and the whites are on the other side, the asians are across town, the Greeks are in Astoria. We seek familiarity, its easier to be able to speak your own language to others. How can you tell someone something if they don’t understand you.
If you look in my closet, you’ll see a poor attempt at putting white shirts together, the black ones over there, and at one point I tried to keep the colors together, blues with blues, greens, well you get the idea. It makes life easier to know where they are. Percentage wise, my closet is a mess, maybe 25% arranged. Every once in a while (getting further apart) I straighten it up.
Race relations are like my closet, a lot of work. You have to try and understand their accent, figure out what the latest black handshake means, etc. Its so much easier to stay in my corner and they in theirs and hope that Al Sharpton doesn’t ring the bell and expect us to come out fighting. But who made Sharpton and the others the guy on the bell? Why isn’t that group the referees? The people who are there to tell us, No! that isn’t fair, you can’t use brass knuckles, you can’t kick, you can’t bite (Mike Tyson). *see junk yard dogs.
Now we are all grown up, adults, responsible(?), not really wanting to be, but we are. If you were unlucky and have had parents that didn’t teach you to live with different people, then you probably will continue their racist ways. *see The Black Domino Effect
So, I ask you to relive your feelings after 9/11 and if you felt like I did, there’s hope, if we don’t allow these leaders to f*ck it up for us.