As you may know (or probably not), my lil sis is in New York.
She visited the 9/11 museum, and took some pictures. In one of those photos was an American flag, with pictures of those who passed away on that day. It brings tears to my eyes every time I view it. Pictures of smiling, solemn, young and old people. Just normal people. Black and white pictures, almost as a stark reminder that their lives have ended, that their lives stopped on that tragic day. People that went to work, and...never really made it back, those whose ashes lie in the area that used to house the twin towers.
Why would they do it? Why would they hate them (and even us) so?
I know the psychological theories - disassociation, yadayadayada. But really it is cold comfort in the face of something as inhumane as this.
I think we all just need to be reminded that each of us are...humans for goodness sake. Generically made of hopes, dreams and attached to people who love us. We never know what we never know, it is never right to judge people.
May they rest in peace.
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