In Remembrance of 9/11
In remembrance of those we lost during the 9/11 attacks, you will never be forgotten. For the proud and courageous who put the needs and safety of others first, I salute you. And to and the great men and women of our country who banded together during a crisis beyond one’s most bone-chilling nightmare, I salute you, too. This post is a week late, but better now than never or next year.
Good Visions: The jewels of the concrete jungle.
The Statue of Liberty is, without a doubt, a world-renowned tourist’s attraction. It is one of New York City’s most popular landmarks and attracts travelers and sightseers from all over the globe. Most notably, this monstrosity of excellence is a spectacular sight of Grandeur American Symbolism.
To look across the waters and see lower Manhattan. Peek to the right to view the Brooklyn Bridge. Or, to simply see the dreamers, natives, and some of the best architecture that man has ever seen. Day and night, rain or shine, 24/7 for years on in – these are the priceless sights that enthrall the eyes of Lady Liberty. Unequivocally these are sights that can’t be captured by the most high-end camera or professional-artistic sketch.
Bad Visions: 9/11
And then there’s the bad. Those visions that, if seen, would give 20/20 vision a bad rap and promotes blindness to a status of benevolence. Horrific sights that would make one want to cover his own eyes. The crime, the horror, the sadness, the fear and the terror.
Of all harsh things, this statue has seen, most notably, the collapse of the towers. To see evil in its entirety and to not be able to do a damn thing about it, look the other way or testify against such terror is incomprehensible. To be ineffective in challenging all vile episodic happenings must conjure feelings of helplessness and defeat. These sights are the living nightmares that Lady Liberty has also taken in and are the ill memories that are permanently tattooed in the flesh of our nation.
The Voice of Lady Liberty.
On the evening I saw the Statue, dusk was beginning to settle upon the city. This set the stage for an orange-purplish backdrop that contrasted with the silhouette of its iconic pose. While taking in my view from the shoreline of Battery Park, several emotions populated in my mind.
Sentiments such as loneliness, isolation, pride, strength, and beauty swirled around in my head. But most notably, the concept of mystery sat front and center amongst them all. Though some of these actualities will never be disclosed as statues can’t talk, needless to say, the verity in some instances will forever remain a mystery.
My mind immediately shifted to September 11th. And though the Statue of Liberty is a muted nonliving object, through all of the dismay it saw on 9/11, it still stood tall. On that fatal day, this relic of grandeur American Symbolism personified the very pride, strength, and beauty of America – a cluster of characteristics that has blended power and excellence into one entity. This defiance, in turn, spoke vociferously against terrorism, as actions speak louder than words.
The United “Citizens” of America.
Through all of these realizations, I could still envision those sullen eyes of the statue which are twofold. Eyes that exemplify both beauty and sadness. But the idea of liberty itself towered over all of these elements, good and bad. Even though America is still undergoing a maturation process, we, too have towered over our fears. We have marginalized our worries while casting these emotions into our shadow.
Yes, we’ve still got a few mountains to climbs and wounds to tend to, but our true colors bled through on 9/11. In lieu of our traditional hues of RED, WHITE, and BLUE, our country boldly displayed a shimmering indescribable pigment of COURAGE. And on that day, as with many others, we were not the American Citizens, but rather The United Citizens of America.
And so it is because of these truths that our freedom has been acquired through the love and strength we share with each other. Freedom as in helping one another overcome fear imposed by internal and external threats to our livelihood.
We stood tall when the towers fell. We dried our eyes when blood was shed abroad in combat. The American people ushered each other through trepidation when domestic terrorism clouded our view with a fog of suspense. We the people of The United States of America have always found a way to beat the odds and stand tall, just as Lady Liberty.
Keep on shining,