Posted on: September 10, 2011 Posted by: Felicia S. C. Gooden Comments: 0

On September 11, 2001, the greatest tragedy to ever happen came about. A group of people said “Down with America!” “To hell with tyrannical Democracy!” “No more capitalism!” With these passionate statements and feelings, two passenger airplanes were flown into the Twin Towers in New York City. 3,000 people died that day. Many that were trapped in the sky scrapers jumped out of windows in order to meet their makers quickly and peacefully, others burned and the rest of the victims were left in awe as they were made to walk from Manhattan to their homes, or the closest location that they felt was safe.
America was torn that day. Hurt, dismayed, shocked, infuriated, confused. There was no real way to explain what was felt that day. I was in the 9th grade when this took place. I was, ironically, in my Civics class working on a project when my teacher yelled out “WHOOOA!!” Everyone in the class looked up at the television to see a sight that we all thought was a scene out of a movie. Was there really a plane going into that building? Was America really under attack? Our teacher soon informed us that the scene on the screen was no movie. A plane had really been flown into the South Tower of the Twin Towers in New York City. We changed classes soon thereafter. I was in my Literature class watching the news in shock, and then we all saw it: a second plane was flown into the North Tower! We couldn’t believe our eyes, and just after we watched the second plane blow, we learned that a plane had hit the Pentagon and another random plane crashed in the middle of nowhere in Pennsylvania. It was appalling! We watched our country be attacked live on television! Our school was then locked down. Massive numbers of students were checked out of school early by their parents. We were all glued to the television, perplexed, trying to wrap our heads around what had just happened and what was to come.
In the months and years after that infamous day, many events took place. The War on Terror had begun. The search for Osama Bin Laden was on. Movies and investigative documentaries were made. Legislation that limited our basic rights in the name of security was passed. The Department of Homeland Security became more well- known than the FBI and CIA combined. Random Arab citizens of America were kidnapped and tortured. Almost all of America began to hate Arab and/or Muslim people. The country was kept in a state of fear. Every year when the anniversary of that event came around, the country was on high alert. Random, and often innocent, American citizens were searched in airports in order to keep society safe and orderly. Conspiracy theories became more prevalent than ever, and the conspiracy theorists have had a field day with any possible event since.
It is now 2011. Ten years later. Under the administration of President Barack H. Obama, Osama Bin Laden was found and killed. America almost took an impromptu holiday in the name of a victory so monumental for our existence as a unified country. People cried and cheered. Americans called their friends and families all over the country, especially those who live in or around New York City. The country finally had a sense of peace and justice.
Tomorrow will be the 10 year anniversary if this infamous day. News channels are pumping up the hype about the 10 year anniversary. Television and movie channels are showing documentaries and movies related to that day. Survivors of the attack and relatives of those killed are telling their stories of strength, triumph and courage. Hope and peace. However, as expected, there are legitimate threats to our country once more for this day. The U.S. is now on high alert once more on the 10 year anniversary of an epic tragedy. New York City is virtually on lock down with the heavy police presence and searches that are taking place as this is being written. Washington D.C. is being watched closely as well. Will something really happen? Who knows? What I do know is that God has continuously blessed this disgustingly beautiful country known as The United States of America, and although I don’t always agree with our ways, it is still my home sweet home.  We are ready for anything, as we are warriors.
“For our fight is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms.” Ephesians 6:12
Blessed be!

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