by
Leonard Pitts Jr. of the Miami Herald
We'll go forward from this moment
It's my job to have something to say.
They pay me to provide words that
help make sense of that which troubles
the American soul. But in this moment
of airless shock when hot tears sting
disbelieving eyes, the only thing I
can find to say, the only words that
seem to fit, must be addressed to
the unknown author of this suffering.
You monster. You beast.
You unspeakable bastard. What lesson did
you hope to teach us by your coward's attack
on our World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us?
What was it you hoped we would learn?
Whatever it was, please know that you failed. Did you want us to
respect your cause?
You just damned your cause. Did you want to
make us fear?
You just steeled our resolve. Did you want to tear
us apart?
You just brought us together.
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Let
me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome
family, a family rent by racial, social, political and
class division, but a family nonetheless. We're frivolous,
yes, capable of expending tremendousemotional energy on
pop cultural minutiae -- a singer's revealing dress, a
ballteam's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy,
too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and
material goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through
life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are
fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate.
We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And
we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith,
believers in a just and loving God. Some people -- you,
perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak.

You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong
in ways that cannot be measured by arsenals. IN PAIN Yes,
we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock.
We're still grappling with the unreality of the awful
thing you did, still working to make ourselves understand
that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster,
isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel. Both
in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the
probable final death toll, your attacks are likely to
go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history
of the United States and, probably, the history of the
world.You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied
before. But there's a gulf of difference between making
us bloody and making us fall. This is the lesson Japan
was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit
us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt
and monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in
our outrage, terrible in our force.

When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear
any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the
pursuit of justice. I tell you this without fear of contradiction.
I know my people, as you, I think, do not. What I know
reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread
of the future. In the days to come, there will be recrimination
and accusation, fingers pointing to determine whose failure
allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent
it from happening again. There will be heightened security,
misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward
from thismoment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined,
too. Unimaginably determined. THE STEEL IN US You see,
the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect
of our character is seldom understood by people who don't
know us well.

On this day, the family's bickering is put on hold. As
Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and
as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we cherish.
So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It
occurs to me that maybe you just wanted us to know the
depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the
message received. And take this message in exchange: You
don't know my people. You don't know what we're capable
of. You don't know what you just started.But you're about
to learn.
NEVER FORGET : SEPTEMBER 11, 2001
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