If I’d died when the World Trade Center fell nine years ago, right about now I’d be rising from my grave in anger. I’d descend on followers of the Tea Party and the other Islamaphobes who’re making an issue of the “Mosque” that isn’t a mosque, but is planned to be a cultural center open to all faiths. I would raise my voice, if I still had one after lying nine years dead, and I would shout at the top of my lungs, making sure that all who heard me understood my anger and wrath.
“How dare you!”
If I had fallen with the towers, bet your bippy I’d be more than a little upset at people who’re feeding their own political agenda, justifying their own racial and religious bigotry and pushing aside every American value of which I’m proud, all in the name of protecting my memory.
“How dare you identify me with your racism?”
If I had gone down on September 11th, I would have done so with the inward assurance that the criminals who killed me would not be rewarded with a win. The American people would remain Americans. We would go after those individuals and criminal organizations that committed this act, but we would not go after the innocent and make them guilty by association.
We are handing a win to Osama bin Laden and his ilk. With the patriot act we’ve so altered the law of the land that it no longer conforms with the constitution. Now, with the cultural center fiasco we seem to be on the verge of losing even more of those values we’ve always considered precious.
We’re letting the terrorists win.