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SPECIAL EDITION
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JaneFinch That was Then |
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That Was Then…. This is Now Then: In 1991, I along with many of my fellow Canadians watched the Gulf “war” with great cynicism and not a little disgust. There were the Americans, protecting their economic interests without a whit of thought to those they blew up. Americans were yet again manufacturing a “crazy man in the Middle East” in order to protect oil, and American media was controlling the information flow….little of which we believed. I’m still cynical about the Gulf War and the results. Now: On Tuesday morning, I was walking into work at my office in prairie Canada, and a colleague who was outside having a cigarette said, “Did you see that a plane hit the World Trade Center?” We all went up to the fourth floor and turned on the television, thinking it was either some lone terrorist or a Montana Freeman. By the time the second tower exploded, we all knew it was huge, and the restraint of the media told us it was more horrible than the worst hyperbole could describe. While my office mates stood glued to the television, I rushed to my office to Yahoo messenger to see if I could find out about a chatter named plumnyc, real name Leslie, a lovely and intelligent woman with whom I chatted once a week in PIC and exchanged posts with and laughed with and admired. I knew she worked at the WTC, and I was so used to the power and instant communication of the net that it never occurred to me that I wouldn’t get news that way. Thank G_d she was okay (and thank G_d for tardy public transportation)….and the wonder is that I did not wonder I could find out so quickly. I then talked with my chatbestfriend, and real life friend, Gal, who was trapped in a Detroit airport….and she was okay. And I commiserated with others on my friends list, people very close to me despite distance. And then I went back to the television and watched. My entire office, and other offices, and people in the Mall, and people at the hairdresser were all watching television and listening to radio in horror….everyone could talk of nothing else. This is no American problem; this is our problem….all our problem. And I am so proud that my country and others are standing up and being counted on the side of America, and on the side of a good and decent society. And I am proud that I haven’t heard a whisper of anti-American sentiment save a few occasional images on TV….that people can tell when it’s real and when it’s not, and they know this is real. This is no Gulf War; this is war. My thoughts aren’t particularly coherent right now; they’re mostly a collection of moments. Some of the most memorable:
. I’m with Rumsfeld (can you believe those words from my keyboard!): this is a matter of self-defense, not punishment…and all bets are off. And it’s incumbent on all of us to support them. Thurs, Sept 13
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