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2001-09-20|9:33 p.m.

So, I am skipping my autobio for a while because I feel like rambling some more.

Here is an amazing poem written by my ex-Native American Lit. teacher, Bear Wolf, who is still a very good mutual friend of my boy and me:

Kinda Like Fireworks

For the tens of thousands of innocents who died on September 11, 2001

for no other reason than they were working for a paycheck in order to survive

I was not surprised

When bodies started raining

From capitalism skies

Because someone was fed up

With centuries of American lies

Shocked, horrified

Hurt, amazed

Unglued

But I was not surprised

When bits of wall

Littered the street

Like incomplete

Jigsaw pieces

Of a discarded puzzle

Too complex to finish

Pained, disgusted

Scarred, blistered

Saddened

But I was not surprised

When blame was laid

With no presence of proof

A new foundation

For a tower of violence

That will be mislaid upon the many

For the actions of the few

Sickened, disturbed

Angered, enraged

Appalled

But I was not surprised

When the color of skin

Became the only reason

For brutal bullies

To beat the innocent

Mirroring those other bullies

Who just killed tens of thousands of innocents

And hijacked our invulnerability

Grounded, bludgeoned

Stabbed, twisted

Dissected

But I was not surprised

When the innocent lower rung

Was taken out

Mere cannon fodder

For the penthouse floors

Of the corporate ladder

Frightened, shattered

Lost, empty

Confronted

But I was not surprised

When a pair of five-year-old eyes

Who had already seen a thousand homicides

In cartoons and video games

On the news and other commercial TV shows

Said it kinda looked like fireworks

Ok�.back to me, unfortunately.

I have the biggest crush on (I know, yet another crush, but I can�t help it) on my statistics teacher. His school website is http://www.onlineacademy.net/butros/. He does this sorta giggle thing after silly things that he says in class that makes my dorky, little heart flutter.

I am joining a United Nations club. The teacher involved is a good friend with my boy and he seems really impressed that I am a political science major. Wow, I am just so excited. And the apparently he is a Middle Eastern political expert and spent large portions of his life over there. Our prospective country is Jordan and the funny thing is that my statistics teacher lived in Jordan for a long period of time and now he is involved in this.

Also related to this is a peace rally forming at our school. S is making all the plans for it. A is making the shirts (he is a graphic designer and computer tech for a local sporting goods store and makes tons of shirts for me, like my upcoming Jurassic Five shirt). I am the muse of sorts. I came up with a anti-war flag idea and gave it to A to design. Plus, I am helping A design the shirts and came up with the slogan with him too. I guess Sati is getting press there too. And I told A (a film major) that this is an excellent time to start a documentary on the affect of an issue this large on a town so small. So, he will most likely be filming it. Wow, the next year is going to be an amazing one.

Oh, and I talked to jcruelty for the first time today! Making this day, an overall 6.98 according to MM�s (see hungerhurts) diary.

Oh, here is something interesting Sati sent me:

I've been hearing a lot of talk about "bombing Afghanistan back to the Stone

Age." Ronn Owens, on KGO Talk Radio today, allowed that this would mean

killing innocent people, people who had nothing to do with this atrocity,

but "we're at war, we have to accept collateral damage. What else can we

do?" Minutes later I heard some TV pundit discussing whether we "have the

belly to do what must be done."

And I thought about the issues being raised especially hard because I am

from Afghanistan, and, even though I've lived here for 35 years, I've never

lost track of what's going on there. So I want to tell anyone who will

listen how it all looks from where I'm standing.

I speak as one who hates the Taliban and Osama Bin Laden. There is no doubt

in my mind that these people were responsible for the atrocity in New York.

I agree that something must be done about those monsters. But the Taliban

and Bin Laden are not Afghanistan. They're not even the government of

Afghanistan. The Taliban are a cult of ignorant psychotics who took over

Afghanistan in 1997. Bin Laden is a political criminal with a plan. When

you think Taliban, think Nazi SS. When you think Bin Laden, think Hitler.

And when you think "the people of Afghanistan" think "the Jews in the

concentration camps." It's not only that the Afghan people had nothing to

do with this atrocity. They were the first victims of the perpetrators. They

would exult if someone would come in there, take out the Taliban and clear

out the rat's nest of international thugs holed up in their country.

Some say, why don't the Afghans rise up and overthrow the Taliban?

The answer is, they're starved, exhausted, hurt, incapacitated, suffering. A few years ago, the United Nations estimated that there are 500,000 disabled orphans in Afghanistan--a country with no economy, no food. There are millions of widows. And the Taliban has been burying these widows alive in mass graves. The soil is littered with land mines, the farms were all

destroyed by the Soviets. These are a few of the reasons

why the Afghan people have not overthrown the Taliban.

We come now to the question of bombing Afghanistan back to the Stone Age. Trouble is, that's been done. The Soviets took care of it already. Make the Afghans suffer? They're already suffering. Level their houses? Done. Turn their schools into piles of rubble? Done. Eradicate their hospitals? Done.

Destroy their infrastructure? Cut them off from medicine and health care? Too late. Someone already did all that.

New bombs would only stir the rubble of earlier bombs. Would they at least get the Taliban? Not likely. In today's Afghanistan, only the Taliban eat, only they have the means to move around. They'd slip away and hide. Maybe the bombs would get some of those disabled orphans, they don't move too fast, they don't even have wheelchairs. But flying over Kabul and dropping bombs wouldn't really be a strike against the criminals who did this horrific thing. Actually it would only be making common cause with the

Taliban--by raping once again the people they've been raping all this time

So what else is there? What can be done, then? Let me now speak with true

fear and trembling. The only way to get Bin Laden is to go in there

with ground troops. When people speak of "having the belly to do what needs

to be done" they're thinking in terms of having the belly to kill as many as

needed. Having the belly to overcome any moral qualms about killing

innocent people. Let's pull our heads out of the sand. What's actually on

the table is Americans dying. And not just because some Americans would die

fighting their way through Afghanistan to Bin Laden's hideout. It's much

bigger than that, folks. Because to get any troops to Afghanistan, we'd have

to go through Pakistan. Would they let us? Not likely. The conquest of

Pakistan would have to be first. Will other Muslim nations just stand by?

You see where I'm going. We're flirting with a world war between Islam and

the West.

And guess what: that's Bin Laden's program. That's exactly what he wants.

That's why he did this. Read his speeches and statements. It's all right

there. He really believes Islam would beat the West. It might

seem ridiculous, but he figures if he can polarize the world into Islam and

the West, he's got a billion soldiers. If the West wreaks a holocaust in

those lands, that's a billion people with nothing left to lose; even better

from Bin Laden's point of view. He's probably wrong, in the end the West

would win, whatever that would mean, but the war would last for years and

millions would die, not just theirs but ours. Who has the belly for that?

Bin Laden does. Anyone else? ~ Tamim Ansary

Word of the day: fortuitous- occurring by chance/ fortunate, lucky/ coming or happening by a lucky chance

�Protect innocent lives. Declare war on ignorance.� --- Our new slogan.

I can�t help but think what would Orwell think of this.

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