my topic project post for today:
It's not time for sarcasm. I'm making my own topic.
I know some other topic projectors live in New York, and I hope that all of you are okay. Okay meaning not injured or killed, I know none of us are really okay.
I'm scared. Not scared because I think they'll bomb the subway next, though it wouldn't surprise me. Not scared because I almost took the A train this morning, which could have cost me my life.
I'm scared of our reactions to this. I'm scared that people are yelling in the streets about immigrants and Muslims. I'm scared because a friend of mine's father, a teacher, was talking about "extermination". I'm scared of the F-15s flying over my apartment.
I'm scared of nationalism. That's what this was all about. And now our nationalist fervor is kicked up a notch. We'll show them. We'll teach those dirty dogs who they're messing with. Blow up a building in my city? In my country? Oh no you don't. That's not fair. You don't believe in democracy, you can't blow up civilians. Only freedom loving democracy protectors can blow up civilians. It's for your own good.
I wish we could be compassionate. A lot of people are. The hospitals are clogged with thousands of people trying to donate their blood. They're turning people away. Here it's immediate, we need help. But our government is angry. They want revenge. Can't we see that this was an act of revenge from the other perspective?
It's despicable. I'm not defending it. But I'm not surprised. I'm just scared. For all of us. Yes, that includes '"them".
I hope you are all well. Everybody who reads this. I hope we can all keep our heads, and remember that "an eye for an eye" leaves everyone blind.
I have a scrap of paper that flew onto my roof. Typewritten and handwritten numbers, in the millions. A symbol of our tragedy. A symbol of our economic stranglehold. It smells like fire.