Since World War II, our tragedies are still great. Our hopes are still great. The enemy is often less clear.
4,000 people died. A nation mourned. Flags bore witness to our national pride and tragedy.
My mother, always pro-American but still a Dutch citizen became an American citizen. All my hyphen-American friends, found an even greater pride. That would be my Norwegian-American friends, Dutch-American, Canadian-America, and more. All my non-hyphen American friends found their greater pride as well. Americans stopped taking freedom and safety for granted.
We all found fear that day, I believe. Many turned to faith. I went to pick my son up on 9-11 from elementary school. Waiting in the parking lot, which was eerily deserted, I slowly realized I was a full hour early. No enemy force had attacked Charter School of Morgan Hill. School was still in session.
I had been so focused on not yet knowing if my west coast area, with it’s large cities was a targeted, that I had arrived at 9-10’s pick up time. Only one day ago, the school was on early dismissal. Today 9-11 became the day we would always all remember. A day, that Americans suffered attach on home soil, and that changed everything.
Where were you on 911-01? Tell me.
Where were you on 5-1-11 when President Obama announced “Justice has been done…Bin Laden is dead…?”
On 911-01 I sat and waited for an hour, praying and hoping. Fear and pride.
Fear – I needed to hug my second-grader son, Dakota.
Pride – flags had already appeared on the way to Dakota’s school. Fear – I had already counseled students at Gilroy High School who were in shock. In between these appointments, my Santa Clara County office of education staff and I counseled our own shock.
And where was I on 5-1-11 when I learned President Obama was announcing Bin Laden’s death in Pakistan? Relieved that justice had been done. Sad that justice sometimes means death. Hopeful that this can be one of the “never agains” which the world had hoped for after WWII. Never again, I hope, killing thousands for one man’s twisted will.
So where were you?