October 10, 2001

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    So, the world is at war.


    I find myself consciously filtering out the details. I don’t want to know how many bombs were dropped. I don’t want to hear phrases like ‘Operation Infinite Justice’ and ‘collateral damage’.


    It makes me shrink.


    I keep thinking of the people who are living under those air strikes. I keep thinking of how they’ve been bombed and raped and pillaged by one faction or another for the past 30 years, and I can’t believe I am supposed to feel justified and righteous.


    I lost 3 friends in the WTC attack. I feel as angry as anyone, I guess. But I can’t help but wonder if by bombing the crap out of a country on the other side of the world, we aren’t helping to create more little Bin Ladens.


    How can you reason with an 8 year old who sees things that no one should ever see?


    The children that grow up in those conditions must be so badly damaged.


    So, I shut up when asked my opinion.


    Because I’d like to rip someone’s heart out for causing such devastation, but I don’t want war. I don’t want bombs and I don’t want any more children growing up amongst rubble and grief.


    But I don’t have any alternative. I don’t have any answers.