The day I want to remember is September 11th, 1994, the day that Tesfaye, Asnakech and Mestowet Desta got off that plane at Portland International Airport, to join their new family. By a happy coincidence, September 11th was also the Ethiopian New Year.
Less happy coincidence eventually followed, of course.
Three years ago, I called the girls, Asnakech and Mestowet, at their apartment in Portland and told them that they should not let anybody take away *their* day.
And I still say, we should of course observe the anniversary in appropriate fashion, but we should keep it in perspective in both directions:
1) Don't let the bastards take even one day of the year away from us, to be used solely to remember what they did -- they'd like that too much.
2) Don't leave remembrance and thoughtful action for just one day -- continue to be vigilant against all the wreckers (the terrorists, and the people who would use the fear of terror as an excuse to implement the terrorists' own agenda).
//The Magic Eight-Ball says, "Love is stronger than hate."\\
1 comment:
I think that's a very healthy attitude and I hope you all celebrated their arrival, even if you weren't able to celebrate together.
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