I doubt that any of us has forgotten where we were on September 11th, 2001. I was working as a telemarketer. Our boss told us to keep making phone calls even after the second plane hit. Maybe I’ll tell more of that story later.
I remember getting home and being glued to the news. I remember seeing footage of Palestinians cheering in the streets. I called my father, himself raised an Arab, very angry and confused. He told me, “Scott, they don’t know any better. They’re not to blame. They’ve only ever been told that the reason their lives are hard and bitter are because of Israel and the United States. They are kept ignorant by their leaders. They are not to blame.” That conversation made all the difference for me and enabled me to love those people even more.
Tonight I turn on the television again. Ten years later. After non-stop debate, discussion, education, and observance of all of the issues surrounding Al Qaeda and the “war on terror.” And now I see Americans cheering in the streets over ever more death.
I forgave and excused the Palestinian people for their ignorance. For what reason should I extend the same understanding to triumphing Americans?