On Tuesday, September 11th 2001, after America suffered such a tragic day, where everyone equally felt empty and dizzy but oddly united. On that tragic day, there were no Republicans, Democrats, Christians, Jews, blacks or whites; there were only Americans. No one cared about whether you made seven figures or you were on welfare; we were Americans and we all, equally, felt the emptiness and sorrow for our nation’s loss. Personally, I can only imagine that this feeling of hurt and unity was similarly felt by Americans in 1941 as a Japanese aerial attack severely damaged a naval fleet in Pearl Harbor. Where Pearl Harbor was situated in serene Hawaii, a place where few Americans were able to experience; on 9/11 we were attacked on our mainland and the most famous city in the world: New York City. On that day, everyone was a New Yorker. Everyone was united.

On Wednesday 9/12, as the smoldering ruins continued to spew into the New York airspace, everyone in America began to wonder: “How can I help?” Many made pilgrimages to New York City to help in anyway. Some drove all night to arrive to a damaged city, to help bandage, help food, help shelter their fellow Americans in their time of need. In my neighborhood, a spontaneous march of all my neighbors, labored through the streets as neighbor upon neighbor joined the march in some weird walk to nowhere; ending up at a cul-de-sac that featured a talk by a neighbor whose son survived escaping one the surrounding World Trade Center buildings. She tearfully played a voicemail left by her son informing her that he was safe. We were lucky and we were united.

Sadly many were not safe. Many throughout the country labored through a dizzy aftershock. Many, including myself, awoke on Wednesday wondering what the world was like now. What what the point of going to work? Was there a place to go? Did the company exist or did everything transform overnight to do something for the greater good? Wednesday September 12th was an eye-opener; the world had changed.

It took a shared tragedy to unify America.

The unity spread world-wide. Leaders of the rest of the world stood shoulder-to-shoulder with the United States as a show of support and solidarity. Good was to prevail; not evil. Good was to prevail through unity and, like an odd variation of the Grinch Who Stole Christmas, America was Whoville and Whoville stood united in the face of evil.

Funny thing happened shortly after those fateful days; Whoville went back to work.

Instead of everyone in America working toward a shared, united vision; America went back to work. We worked to gain back normalcy…to gain a purpose. Surely putting food on my table, educating your my children was a valid way of healing America. But while America went back at work, in our pre-9/11 routines, other forces took over. These forces lead the country not to unity, but rather to a divisive mass. With rhetoric similar to other maniacal leaders, similar messages began to emerge: “Either you are with us or you’re against us.”, “those who harbor terrorists are no different than the terrorists themselves”. The message of unity was now turned on its head. Black became white. Up became down.

The division began and it stuck.

Republicans became Republicans again. Democrats became Democrats again. But this time the game changed. Disagreement was categorized as dissent and anti-American. As year after year of slogans and messages began to erode the unity, we, as Americans, awoke to a new reality; Osama Bin Laden, the half-witted messiah that ushered lemmings to their death in the name of Allah and mastermind of an orchestrated attack on the heart of America, Osama Bin Laden had succeeded; he won.

America was hit not with Bin Laden’s message but rather, America was hit within; America lost to Bin Laden because instead of uniting against forces like al qaeda , we divided ourselves to support a new dogma.

Now we sit. Ten long years passed. America sits as divided as it ever has been, probably for as far back as when Lincoln was in office. A nation where shouting replaced conversation, where might became right and where as a nation, we stopped listening.

i was asked recently by a friend about what i though about the state of the country. I will use a phrase that I’ve heard from someone smart I know: We are doomed. At a time when the middle America is shrinking at an alarming rate; when the class divide becomes deeper and deeper, when everyone, I mean, everyone, knows someone that lost their job or their home; we focus not on helping but on hurting. Instead of uniting together to help heal our country, we are busy trying to divide it. Instead of dusting ourselves off, rolling up our sleeves and getting our nation back to work, as the greatest generation did in the 40s and 50s, we yell and point fingers. Instead of trying to solve our nation’s problems; many focus our efforts on tearing down our President instead of supporting our President. Instead of working together to solve our nation’s many, many deep problems, we focus on what divides us rather than what unites us.

So yes, we are doomed. Not because of debt, deficit, government spending, taxes, differences between economic philosophies or some symbolic color of a state. No. We are doomed because we’ve stopped caring about each other.

Source: http://www.watchblog.com/democrats/archives/007686.html

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