I lived outside of NYC in September 2001. Every weekend I could hear the bagpipes at the funerals of the fireman, weekend after weekend, it seemed endless. Every fall since that year I always seem to hear them again, playing Amazing Grace over and over.
If I live to be 100, the beauty of autumn will be forever linked with that sound.
That is just one legacy of the islamic attack on America, and it is minor compared to other sights, smells, and sounds that we New Yorkers (and, indeed all Americans) encountered. Yet it is one that continues to haunt.
Jorge, this is not a religion we are talking about, let's not be fooled about that. It is a cult and there is no freedom of cult in our constitution. We are not bound by our laws to allow a bloodthirsty cult to thrive especially since its tenets openly seek the death of our people and the destruction of our system of laws and government.
I'm glad I wasn't there, ari.
My eyes would have been swollen shut every weekend.