On Wednesday, in my political science class on civil wars, we discussed Tuesday's tragedy. Some students had the audacity to outright say it was the fault of the United States.
Tuesday's tragedy is the result of our misguided policy with Israel. We cannot continue to arm Israel with our weapons and expect no consequences.
I believe that we, the Muslim community, as immigrants, residents and citizens, naturalized and born, have chosen the United States as our home.
I spent most of Tuesday and Wednesday waiting to hear from my family and friends in New York. By Wednesday night, most were accounted for and safe. Since then, I've just been telling myself that the few people I still haven't heard from are fine to keep myself calm. That, and avoiding the up-to-the-minute news reports. Yep, still no twin towers.
For the first time, I have seen my country truly bleed. The wound is still fresh, the blood still warm. My sense-of-security blanket has been torn from me in my slumber, and reality proves the rudest of alarm clocks to awaken me from my dreams of "It Can't Happen Here."
I realize that this is a subject that has already been addressed numerous times on radio and in the pages of the Daily Lobo since Tuesday's events. However, I feel that it is of such importance that it cannot be discussed enough.
We mourn those who have suffered great and disastrous loss during the past few days. On Tuesday, our very way of life, the very freedom that we hold dear, came under attack. But, as Franklin Roosevelt said the day after Pearl Harbor was attacked, "No matter how long it may take us to overcome this premeditated invasion, the American people in their righteous might will win through to absolute victory ."
At 7:15 a.m. on Sept. 11, I kissed my sleepy husband goodbye just like every morning. Like every morning, we said, "I love you," and our individual days began. It wasn't until I reached the office that I discovered the horrors unfolding on the East Coast.
After nearly a week's worth of watching planes crash into the World Trade Center and seeing it collapse, it's time to accept the overwhelming loss of life and move on.
As we begin to make sense of what has to be the most awesome display of hatred in recent memory, our planet is once again set into motion as we act out our emotions.
I dedicate these words to those who have just lost their lives and to everyone on this earth. It is times like this that we all must embrace our humanity.
In light of the recent national events, the Public Relations Student Society of America, will be conducting a "Letters of Hope" campaign.
My name is Amanda Ophelia Gonzales, and I am a freshmen here at UNM. I am writing this letter because I would like to encourage people to come to the UNM Bookstore today at 7 p.m. and participate in a candlelight vigil.
In the wake of Tuesday's atrocities, I want to enter a plea for cool heads and clear minds.
In viewing Tuesday's events, people on campus have been talking about what retaliation actions we ought to take.
On behalf of the Muslim Student Association, I write this to say that the campus Muslim community condemns in the strongest of terms the terrorist attacks made upon the World Trade Center and the Pentagon.
Perhaps the only good thing that could result from Tuesday's mass murder in New York and Washington, D.C., is the uncommon dialogue that is taking place among students as they discuss the bombing and what should be done about it. Such discussion is regrettably rare on our campus and should be encouraged whenever and wherever it takes place.
Tuesday, the UNM community was bound together in shock and sadness as the horrible events of the day unfolded. As we all begin a new day, I would hope that this sense of community endures and that we come together in support of each other as each of us tries to understand and cope with these tragic events.
"From the ABC building here in New York we can see the World Trade Center. the towers are visible from all over the island. but they're not there anymore." These words penetrated my half-conscious mind Tuesday morning as the radio came on to wake me for class.
Awake to the brutal reality that surrounds us, in contemplation of what will follow, I would like to suggest that now is a time for reflection - a time to assess great loss and address our turmoil.
Solutions by The State News
