Tag: 9/11

Why gun restrictions are not the solution

How can we prevent more violence? How can we stop bad people from going on killing sprees?

We can’t.

That’s the stark reality.

We can blame society, we can blame guns, violent video games, how parents raise children, how the media sensationalizes these massacres, or a host of other factors. But there isn’t one reason why these things happen. There isn’t one thing that we can eliminate that will make these things impossible. For as long as there are people who have the volition to act as morally autonomous beings, these tragedies will be possible. And there is nothing that can stop that.

The eve of infamy; and where I was on 9/11

Photo courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons
Flickr Creative Commons

As I write these words, the stresses of everyday life come to mind. I think of how busy I am between school, work, and other commitments. I’m so often shortsighted and allow myself to get frustrated. It’s getting late and I jot some thoughts down before going to sleep. On this night, my thoughts are on the past and with people I’ve never met. Eleven years ago tonight, thousands of Americans went to bed, unaware that it was the eve of their last day on earth.

For me, that’s surreal. Monday was an ordinary start to the work week. In the evening, people played with their kids, and watched Monday Night Football, and kissed their spouses goodnight. They prepared to go on flights for work, or vacation, or just to make it home. They thought about what bill needed to be paid and the home repair which needed to be completed. They went to sleep like it was any other night and woke up to a beautiful Tuesday morning.

Where I was on 9/11


photo courtesy of Flickr Creative Commons. Julien Menichini

This week, so much has been written about 9/11. So many documentaries and television specials have aired. I haven’t really watched any of it, nor have I read the articles. It’s not that I don’t care about what happened a decade ago. I care a great deal. Like all other Americans who remember that day, September 11, 2001 left an indelible mark on me. But I don’t need a documentary to remember what happened. It’s a day about which I constantly think.