Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource September 11 Digital Archive Stories Description An account of the resource This collection is the bulk of the archive, representing the reactions and experiences of thousands of individuals beginning in 2002. 911DA Story 911DA Story: Story Tell us about what you did, saw, or heard on September 11th. Feel free to write as much or as little as you like. Tell us your story: A DIFFERENT WORLD No concrete Barricades around the White House or Sears Tower when I qrew up. No one feared the delivery of mail. My qrandchildren in Israel know only Roll-down metal windows in their house, A bomb shelter room equipped with gas masks, their car windows - rock-proof plastic. This Hitler of 2001 scares most of America, much of the Western world. Does he taint our mail? Osama aims to purify the earth of infidels Walking in botanic gardens I hear military planes howl. Will jets ever sound innocent again? Osama has bulged our defense budgets, coiled the world economy. I want to run from New York City yet be near museums, poetry workshops, expansive parks, not too far from family. Osama's new Jonestown hosts a population in the millions. New York Times photos and captions form goose pimples on my skin, a fist of hate and fear inside my chest. Rehima holds and kisses her 3-year-old Osama and says, In the name of God, I will sacrifice my son. . . for all my six sons, I wanted them to be mujahadeen. . . . Jihad is when you are attacked, you attack back. This is God's wish. Shafia Salaam says, Non-muslims are our enemy according to the Koran, so Americans are our enemy. My friend, Anne Frank's age, relives her years of hiding in attics and haystacks. Sonny says, "Till Arab mother's love their sons enough they'll always be threats." Now America's grown into a land of targets: the White Kouse, the New York Stock Exchange, nuclear power plants. As the Taliban desecrated Buddhist shrines, will they now seek to fell our sequoias, our Golden Gate and Brooklyn Bridges, the U.N., our Lady of the Harbor? Since the 1993 Twin Tower attack the USA has ostriched its stalwart self ito a sense of the almighty. We forgot, a squadron of mosquitoes can cause toxicity and death. How can we plug the matrix of Freedom's screens, now big enough to let horse flies in? When God is invoked I know it's time to hide. My flag is on display, my ears alert, yet my dreams are strafed. Fear and anger creep between morning glories, marigolds, and Mozart's notes as skies roar with F16's not heard before terrorists converted three of our planes to bombs. We cannot hide from those who have mere scraps of food and live in torn tents or shacks, whose pain and want can be honed to wrath, missiles against the wealthy. This poem was read at the National Poetry Month @ The Writer's Voice of the West Side Y: After 9/11, Curated by Jane Herschlag. April 10th, Writer's Voice, 5 West 63rd, New York, NY Dublin Core The Dublin Core metadata element set is common to all Omeka records, including items, files, and collections. For more information see, http://dublincore.org/documents/dces/. Title A name given to the resource story484.xml 911DA Item Elements describing a September 11 Digital Archive item. Status The process status of this item. approved Consent Whether September 11 Digital Archive has permission to possess this item. full Posting Whether the contributor gave permission to post this item. yes Copyright Whether the contributor holds copyright to this item. yes Source The source of this item. born-digital Media Type The media type of this item. story Created by Author Whether the author created this item. yes Described by Author Whether the description of this item was submitted by the author. no Date Entered The date this item was entered into the archive. 2002-05-01 IP Address The IP address of the device used to submit the item. 146.96.93.228