The actions of 19 Islamic extremists on 9/11 left an indelible mark on America. Today, millions pause to commemorate the attacks’ 13th anniversary, to honor the victims and to remember that all life is special and sacred. But there’s an untold story amid the many speeches and moments of silence — one filled with a different kind of pain, grief and strong sense of loss.
I don’t think some folks understand the trauma that Muslims, Sikhs, Desis, had to go through. Yes, RIP to all the victims of 9/11 but also the victims of hate crimes before and after 9/11. Because no one ever told the kids in my class to stop teasing me, stop telling me to go back to my country, stop telling me, “my people did this.”
Heard a thing on NPR. Heard a thing about luck versus hard work. If you believe that good will, intention, luck and the goodness of others got you to where you are in life, you carry a kind of happy-go-lucky attitude, grateful for what you have, radiating good energy and generosity to others. As if your path in life is one big happy accident. If you believe it’s all through hard work, you carry a resentment, an entitlement, like you ain’t ever gunna get everything you deserve.