A 9/11 World
I don't remember anything about that morning at all, if I'm honest, not a single thing but then why should I? It must have been just any other day as far as I was concerned.
I was only 10 years old in Primary 7 and I was probably walking out the front door for school when the first plane hit. I would have been hanging up my coat in the cloak room by the time the second plane hit.
It's strange to look back on it and realise that while I was doing these silly little mundane things, stuff was happening that was going to change the world I lived in, at only 10 years old, I'd barely known a world without the words Terrorism, Iraq, Al Qaeda, Osama Bin Laden, 9/11 and the 'war on terror' and all of a sudden it was over before I'd even appreciated it.
It's a funny old universe. I can't help but wonder how things would have turned out otherwise. Because the planes hit, we went to war, because we went to war we suffered more terror attacks, because of the terror attacks we lost more of our civil rights in the name of security and because of things done in the name of 'security' this government became even more unpopular. I feel like we're on the brink again, a sink or swim situation. We might fight back and change our country, or we'll close our eyes and continue as we are, in the name of security.
We are constantly reminded how lucky we are to have a government that isn't afraid to take away our civil rights to keep us 'safe' I don't think it's ever crossed their minds that I'd rather die free, than live in a weird parallel of 1984. Of course I'm only 17 and they'll tell me I'm being stupid and childish and idealistic and that of course I want to be kept safe. Yeah, maybe, but not at the cost of being able to walk the streets freely. It's not like 'the adults' have made a good job of running the world since then. But I'm only 17, of course I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't know what's best for me, I don't understand what's right and what's wrong. No, only the people who accept the presence of Guantanamo bay know that.
In hindsight, it was just a trigger, and it caused a massive explosion of fear and paranoia across the world. If I could wish for just one thing right now, not far down the list would be to relive September 10th, the day before the world lost innocence and before the powerful found a club with which to frighten and control the population. I'm just so fed up with it all.
September 11th was history making, it was the day that the paths of time split and one future of this world was gone forever. I like to hope that that path exists somewhere, in a parallel universe, so many of our problems are a result of that terrible day. The war we'll never win, the 7/7 bombings and the attempted attack on Glasgow, the constant fear, the shooting of an innocent man, the constant loss of freedom and the distrust of government.
I want out, just one day to exist outside a 9/11 world, not to switch on the TV and see another soldier killed in Iraq, not to see another person be 'vanished' under the terrorism act. We walked blindfold into a surveillance society, and it's going to get a whole lot darker before it gets light.
Before that, I ask for one more day of innocence, one more day of innocence for a world that had it viciously robbed from it.