On my first of, hopefully many, trips abroad, I spent a great deal of time in London, and developed quite an affection for it. London for me is a city of parks, wild nights, beautiful days, adventure, indulgence and meaningful friendships.
Today, it was attacked.
After the September 11th bombings I remember feeling as if I were in a movie. Everything moved slower and I just couldn't comprehend what was going on.
Going back to New York and seeing the aftermath (we went in November for the Canada Loves New York celebrations) was scary and eerie. It changed things. I suppose that's the purpose of terrorism.
So now, in solidarity with the Londoners that lost family or friends, were injured or simply had to walk home from work - I'm angry. I'm angry that people can infringe on our security and make us nervous to travel, or walk outside or talk to our neighbours.
I'm angry that this type of action causes us to hate - when the only solution is the very opposite - to love.
I'm angry that my nieces and nephews will grow up in a world where terrorism is common and where security alert levels rise and fall based on daily events.
I'm angry that I don't know what to do about the situation, how to solve it or even how to make it better.
So perhaps a little prayer tonight - a prayer to whatever God you believe in -
that we will rise above terrorism, that we will love our brothers and sisters and continue to work towards a global community, one day at a time.
1 comment:
You pretty much summed up everything I thought about after the bombings... it's a crazy, crazy world.
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