Friday, September 11, 2009

Never Forget

I don't know why Erd hasn't posted in a while, and frankly I can't blame him since neither have I. But, at the very least I wanted to talk about this date in history, because it's obviously significant. A part of me died on September 11th, 2001. Let me tell you about it.

I was in class when I heard the news about the World Trade Center. The school assembled the students in the cafeteria to watch the coverage. An hour goes by. We get to leave early... not because The-middle-of-fucking-nowhere, New Jersey is some prime target for terrorist groups, but because - as one might expect - a few of our classmates had relatives that worked in the New York Metro. We drove around, thanks to an upperclassman's car, talking about the attacks. A friend suggested we get something to eat.

We pull into a plaza, grab a bite, and saunter through a record store, still bewildered by the news. I flipped through racks of CDs, perhaps looking for something to dull the sting of our country being attacked, but there seemed to be no salve in stock. Then, I saw it: "Glitter," the soundtrack. Could this be the pill I sought? Could this be the bright spot in an otherwise dark day? There was only one way to find out. Debit card in hand, I deflected insult after insult from my friends. It's not their fault. They don't understand Mariah like I do. They were just venting. They'd see what a great album this would be - like all her others before it.

That afternoon, once I'd had my fill of the media, I retreated to my room: prize in hand. It was time for an escape... to passionate vocals of love, joy, and the struggles of a mixed race woman's journey to stardom. Life is much simpler in the world of music. Unfortunately for me, life was far worse. I thought "How could this be? Why would someone do this? Who would produce such a tragedy? Who was behind this? Such beauty, such majesty... crumbling down!" I could take no more. I smashed my CD player to pieces in anger and screamed at the top of my lungs! What a waste of money this was, what a waste of time, what a waste of... FUUUUUCK!

A part of me died that day. Specifically, the part that would continue to buy Mariah Carey albums. I of course calmed down, and a couple weeks later, I decided to go see the movie itself. It was just as bad... perhaps worse.

And if for no other reason, September 11, 2001 will go down in my memory as a truly tragic day. A day I try my best never to revisit, but inevitably do year after year. Never forget.

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