Historical Posts: On this Day Emotions are High - Sept 11, 2016

On this day emotions are high….

September 11, 2016 by julieannhowe

So something has been bothering me for a while and the truth be told, I am sure it will upset some of my readers, but I have to kind of get this off my chest.  So if I lose followers, thanks for the time you spent here, but for those who can at least sit through and feel my frustration with the way things are, thank you for being open minded and for giving me the chance to share my thoughts.

Today is the 15th anniversary of 9/11, and let’s be very realistic about that day right off the bat.  This was a horrible day that none of us will never forget.  We all sat in horror (well everyone who is old enough to), watched one plane after another go down, watched lives perished.  I think that like Pearl Harbor, or Oklahoma City, the kind of horrors we saw will forever be burnt into our memories.

The thing that bothers me is…. why as Americans do we feel the need to relive these atrocities in order to “commemorate” or pay respects?  I wonder if the people who perished that day look down upon our ceremonies and think to themselves, yes, relive this horrible day over and over!  What happened was terrible!  I feel sometimes that we are doing this for us more then in tribute for those who died.  I wish we could figure out some way to celebrate their lives in a festive manner instead of this sadness.  I feel like each time we relive it, it rehashes a lot of hate and while I think it is important for us to remember what happened that day, I think that reliving over and over the kind of horrors that were seen and felt isn’t the most viable way to make the changes necessary to avoid it happening in the future.

In addition, I sit back watching the world get into an uproar over a few football players making statements by not standing for the anthem, claiming they are somehow disrespecting the memory of the day, of our military, or our first responders, and the truth of the matter is, the disrespect was done by people who hate America and hate the freedom we stand for.  The freedoms we are supposed to have.  The disrespect where the people taking over those planes and flying them into the buildings and killing thousands of American’s in the process.

A few football players, and now NBA players and Soccer players are trying to make their point that we need to have a conversation about our own inequalities in this country.  Our constitution states:

That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security.

If the people feel something is wrong with how our government is running, it is their duty to throw off such government.  These athletes are using a media they have to say there is a problem.  There is a problem!  There are a lot of problems.  Whether I agree with what they are saying or not (which I do agree the conversation needed started), they have not only the right to do it, but I am proud that they would take the kind of heat that they are to stand for something they truly feel passionately about.  Let’s be real, I can sit here and type away, blog all day long about how I feel that things are wrong.  I can stand on a street corner with a sign.  A few people might see me, a few people might even read or listen to my plight, but I’m a very small person in the grand scheme of things.

This forum that they are using is powerful.  They are making a point that most of us couldn’t dream to remotely be heard on.  With the power of fame comes a responsibility, and in the past I have gotten so angry with athletes killing people, drinking and driving, beating their wives, getting wrapped up in drugs, calling other Olympians cowards, and forgetting that powerful place they are in and what people are seeing in the media of their behaviors.  In a case where athletes are standing up for something that truly means something powerful to them, I can’t be angry.  I would rather have my children see someone stand up for their rights and their passions even if I don’t agree, then do something disgusting that hurts others or shows a total lack of responsibility.  So bravo to these athletes for starting a much needed conversation!

Let’s take this even a step farther…. do I want my children to spend their lifetimes in the shadows of any kind of oppression?  Do I want my daughters to feel that it is okay for them to be mistreated by men because of their gender?  Do I want them to just lie down to whatever society deems fit for them because that’s the way things are an they should?  Hell no!  I want my children to know that they can stand up for what they feel, that they can fight for what they believe in.  That they can be anything they want to be. I want my children if they feel strongly on that picket line, standing for better pay, equal rights, equality of all races, genders, colors and creeds.  I want my children to know that they have a voice!  I want them to know that their feelings and emotions mean something.  I don’t want them to be the cattle that so many American’s have become, sitting back just accepting the path the herd is told to walk and living the mundane life that the government sees fit for them.  I want them to find their happiness, no matter what that entails.  I want them to raise their children with the strengths of self worth and empowerment.

I’m in love with a wonderful man, a beautiful African American man.  As a white woman I had no real idea how my life would change with him at my side.  I’m not going to sit here and tell you we have faced any really huge threats yet since we have been together, but I will tell you, I do notice how people treat him. I do notice that he is not treated the same, that he is treated by many as sub-human or something.  I find myself on edge around some groups worried because of the kind of angst and racial tensions that are present.  We both just pretend it isn’t there, but truth be told, we shouldn’t have to pretend, it just shouldn’t be there.

I come from a fairly conservative upbringing, with a white police officer for a dad.  He is a good man, an he is my hero.  So I’m on this middle ground where I sit back worried for my love and his family members and people of his race because of the kind of horrors that are happening in this world, that our government has turned a blind eye to, but I also fear for my father, and for the other brave men and women who serve under the blue line.  This place that they have been brought to by select few who have crossed that line in their profession and taken things to far has greatly heightened their professional risk.  My father and his co-workers are at more risk now in diverse communities that they have ever been because of the tension and the hate built up between two groups.  There is so much sensationalism by the media, and honestly the media, all of it, should be ashamed.  They are toking fires of unease instead of working to restore faith.

Let me tell you this… when I sit down this holiday season with my family for food and festivities, to watch football and watch people like Colin Kaepernick take a knee during the anthem, with many skin colors around the table, what we will know, what we will feel in my household is love and laughter.  We will see and feel the things that are truly important in this life.

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