September 12th, 2001

eye

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i agree with my friend whorlpool. the men who committed these acts were far from cowards. no matter how misguided your cause, to die for it takes immense courage. the cowards are the men who fed their fanaticism for their own political gains, sent them on this mission, and now sit comfortably in their homes.
eye

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the first thing i did this morning on the way to work was to stop at the local circle k, where i always get my coffee. the proprieters and i are always friendly. we say hi, comkment on the days events, whatever. they are muslim. they happen to be from india, but to the average american they are just another dark skinned rag-head. i needed to make contact somehow, to bring a little peace to a small part of my world and theirs. so i walked up to each one of them, took his hand, looked him in the eye, and said "peace to you". i checked in on them on my way home also. thankfully, no angry ignorants had bothered them today.

i disabled responses here, because i am not looking for accolades. i am not posting this to feel good about myself, or to gain your admiration. i am posting this because there are muslim americans in all our lives, arab americans too. seek them out. they are horrified by what has happened too, and they are going to experience the backlash. look them in the eye and offer some peace. touch their lives in a positive way.

also, at 9PM pacific time tonight (GMT-7), light a candle if you are up, and help send a blanket of peaceful thoughts up to begin the healing of this vast wound we all are bleeding from.

peace. i love you.
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from Pink Floyd

Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do
Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died
And the General sat, and the lines on the map
moved from side to side
Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round and round
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside

Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny that's what the fightings all about
Get out of the way, it's a busy day
And I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died
eye

and from Sting

Fragile

If blood will flow when flesh and steel are one
Drying in the color of the evening sun
Tomorrow's rain will wash the stains away
But something in our minds will always stay

Perhaps this final act was meant
To clinch a lifetime's argument
That nothing comes from violence
and nothing ever could
For all those born beneath an angry star
Lest we forget how fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are

On and on the rain will fall
Like tears from a star like tears from a star
On and on the rain will say
How fragile we are
How fragile we are