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 Janelle, my girlfriend and I  Scuba and Elsa, our puppies |
 The sky between Sao Paulo and Rio de Janeiro |
 Parati, a Brazilian town |
We'll go forward from this moment
Written by Leonard Pitts Jr., columnist
In this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the
only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be addressed
to the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
What lessons did you hope to teach us by your cowardly attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, on us? What was it you hoped we'd learn? Whatever it was, please know that you've failed.
Let me tell you a little something about my people.
We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, cultural, political and class division. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous energy on pop culture minutiae, a singers revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement.
We are fundamentally decent, though --- peace loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing to do. And, we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
You see, there is steel beneath this velvet. That aspect is seldom understood by people like you. On this day our families bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
Still, I wonder what it was you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, we've received your message. Take this message from us in exchange:
Written by Leonard Pitts Jr., columnist
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You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
What lessons did you hope to teach us by your cowardly attack on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, on us? What was it you hoped we'd learn? Whatever it was, please know that you've failed.
- Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause!
- Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together!
- Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve!
Let me tell you a little something about my people.
We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent by racial, cultural, political and class division. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous energy on pop culture minutiae, a singers revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement.
We are fundamentally decent, though --- peace loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing to do. And, we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just and loving God.
You see, there is steel beneath this velvet. That aspect is seldom understood by people like you. On this day our families bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
Still, I wonder what it was you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, we've received your message. Take this message from us in exchange:
- You don't know my people.
- You don't know what we're about.
- You don't know what you've just started...
Written by Leonard Pitts Jr., columnist