10 years since disaster hit New York City
10 years since disaster hit New York City
Last year I blogged about where I was and what I was doing while lower Manhattan was being changed forever by people that have been brainwashed into thinking sacrificing their lives to take as many of other people’s lives would land them in the hierarchy of heaven. I am not going to recap that but you could read it if you want.
Now that I live in New York City, I am experiencing the effect this tragedy had on people that actually knew others in the towers or those that were travelling through their daily lives and saw this first hand, not through the television. Security is super heightened in the subways, tunnels, crowded areas and lower Manhattan. In some sense, I feel like I’m in a different country since Police are walking around with guns in hand in public places.
While flipping through the local free weekly publishing, I notice the amount of memorial events going on Sunday. I couldn’t help but notice a price tag on quite a few events and asking myself, “How many people are profiting off of this?” I see benefit concerts and art events listed where a portion goes to “some unknown 9/11 relief charity”. What is the portion and what does the charity do beside put on more events to raise money? I personally do not have the time to research any of this but I am certain of the sick people looking at disastrous events as a means to make a profit.
Near the World Trade Center is St. Paul’s Chapel where I saw numerous white ribbons tied up on the fence. I got a closer look and it was notes written to the loved ones lost in 2001.
Standing in the World Trade Center area is eerie in a sense that this is where we have come in ten years but yet we are anticipating another event. You can see and reminisce the feeling of possibly how that day unfolded had you been there in 2001. While looking around, others have a blank stare while they are playing possible events through their mind of the unforeseen day. Seeing an unfinished building as a replacement to be even a taller building is slightly heartbreaking. What is the meaning of building an even taller building in its place except an ego trip as if you went to Africa just to shoot an endangered animal “for sport”? But again, this is from my cranium without having lived here during the actual event ten years ago.
Even though there are numerous people wearing security shirts, full combat-ready police officers, squadrons of Camaro police cars driving around with their sirens on, random bag checks in the subway and news crews everywhere you look, you can still see hope in the Manhattan dwellers that this is able to be rebuilt. What has been taken from us will be restored. Tragedy struck but we are not holding to only the past but we are looking forward to the future.
I just hope we do not fall too deep in the financial debt hole to provide the security and peace of mind many Americans feel they lack. I have now seen a city worry more about a terrorist attack but yet stay snug in their homes a couple of weeks ago stating, “I am not leaving because of some hurricane!”
