I was not directly affected by the September 11 tragedies. I didn’t have a loved one in those buildings, the planes, the firehouses… I didn’t even know anyone living in New York or D.C. at the time. Yet, as the years go by, I find it increasingly difficult to harden myself to the reality of what happened that day. It seems like every year when 9/11 comes around I find myself even more deeply affected and disturbed from the weight of it all. September 11 means much more to me today than it did ten years ago. I didn’t even cry on that day (granted, I was only 15 and boys and lipstick were the biggest things on my mind), but now I can’t even think about it without breaking down.
Yesterday, I embarked on my routine of nail-painting and romance-comedy watching, a.k.a. denial and avoidance, that I normally use to drown out any reminders of that day. But an interesting thought came to me. I began to wonder where America’s turning point was. When, precisely, did we begin to make that mad dash toward the edge of the ledge?
It began on September 11, 2001.
I’m not going to go over ten years of history and look at every single event that has lead to our speedy destruction. I think the truth is self-evident. But I do speculate at what the real war consisted of. This isn’t a global war purely about death and destruction. This is psychological warfare unlike anything we’ve seen. Fear, political correctness, blame and denial are the bombs and gunfire that are destroying this nation.
It’s hard to imagine the mind of an Al-Qaeda terrorist. It’s hard to understand a mindset… a pathology where freedom and liberation are perceived enemies. But the objective was not to destroy a few buildings. The objective was not to kill a few thousand Americans. No. That’s just a bonus in the mind of a jihadist. The objective was to destroy our spirit. The objective was to turn us into feeble sycophants who kowtow and convert to Islam like it’s the new Helter Skelter. The objective was for us to turn on each other. The objective was for America to go to war with America.
Defeat is not in my nature, but this has become an ominous truth that I’ve been finding very hard to ignore with every passing year. We may have won the battle in Iraq, but the horrifying truth is Al-Qaeda has won the war.
It took us ten years to even begin rebuilding those towers. Ten years. For most of those ten years, it’s been nothing but a pile of rubble.
Yes. The enemy won.