Been in quiet reflection, and stillness over the news since Sunday night of the killing of Osama Bin Laden. Sympathy for the families of those who died on September 11. It's their moment for now. Feeling uncomfortable though, watching people, gloat, mob like hysteria as if his death, a murder of a murderer would be the end of the story. Paraphrasing Martin Luther King Jr. "The ultimate weakness of violence is that it's a descending spiral, with violence you can murder the hater but you do not murder hate, you just increase hate...darkness can not drive out darkness, only light can do that."
I have to turn off the media or take it in small doses, maybe a radio program so I don't have to see, or a printed article to allow the words to seep in about "the operation." No matter what, I still get confused, have too many questions. All that is swirling is hard to digest. We went to war, wars over this man and his ideologies, but we don't know the exact cost of lives lost or as our military calls it, collateral damage. I am uneasy to say the least. And we're still at war. How can you wage a war on terror?
My thoughts in reflection:
Waking up September 11, 2001 in my apartment in Washington Heights to a city forever changed.
Walking past flyers and posters plastered throughout the city announcing the missing.
Returning to perform in the subway as soon as I could to be a "canary in coal mine," of sorts.
Singing to grieve.
Singing to let people know we're still alive and breathing and capable of getting through the tragedy.
Singing even during all the Anthrax scares, and family concern that maybe I should "wait before returning to subway gigs."
Singing at St. Paul's Chapel the epicenter for exhausted recovery workers.
Singing at a funeral for fallen fireman Sergio Villanueva, from ladder 132 engine 4
Heartbreaking weeks and months of the loss, sadness, death, and ever burning smell.
A torn apart and grieving city.
Joining in voice with others fearing America would be changed in very negative ways-like with the fast tracked Patriot Act; the horrible side of humanity with backlash of anyone Muslim; racial profiling at it's most reviling. President Bush racing to war.
A media frenzied.
Putting a hand written peace symbol on my subway banner and getting very mixed reactions to it.
A small and growing group called "New Yorkers Say No To War" meetings with anti-violence guest speakers, trying to understand the new world we were being delivered into.
We found our own solace in attempting to be educated and proactive not reactive.
All this only months after September 11.
