9/12?

There are a lot of people in our country who look back on September 12, 2001 with a sort of nostalgia and longing - because, even though the country was in shock and in mourning, we, as Americans, were united; united in our mutual love for our great country, despite our differences. 

My recollections of that time are a bit hazy and still somewhat painful, but one thing I knew even then - not everyone woke up the morning after the attacks as a much more decent human and a proud patriot; and the more I leaned with passing time, the bleaker the emerging picture got. 

First of all, there were some people who just remained the scum of the universe - like the pickpockets who stole my wallet and cell phone on the crowded subway car the week after the tragedy, then went on the shopping spree with my credit cards, and kept calling our house from my phone and leaving taunting messages.

Then there were psychotic morons like Katha Pollitt, who could not let her traumatized child hang the American flag because it stands for colonialism, jingoism, and whatever other -isms the Left usually applied to our country - no extra explosions of patriotism from these people.

And then there was Ta-Nehisi Coates….

If the future historians would be at all honest, Coates would go down in history for this quote: “We arrived two months before September 11, 2001. I suppose everyone who was in New York that day has a story. Here is mine: That evening, I stood on the roof of an apartment building with your mother, your aunt Chana, and her boyfriend, Jamal. So we were there on the roof, talking and taking in the sight—great plumes of smoke covered Manhattan Island. Everyone knew someone who knew someone who was missing. But looking out upon the ruins of America, my heart was cold. I had disasters all my own. The officer who killed Prince Jones (a friend of Coates’), like all the officers who regard us so warily, was the sword of the American citizenry. I would never consider any American citizen pure. I was out of sync with the city. I kept thinking about how southern Manhattan had always been Ground Zero for us. They auctioned our bodies down there, in that same devastated, and rightly named, financial district. And there was once a burial ground for the auctioned there. They built a department store over part of it and then tried to erect a government building over another part. Only a community of right-thinking black people stopped them. I had not formed any of this into a coherent theory. But I did know that Bin Laden was not the first man to bring terror to that section of the city. I never forgot that. Neither should you. In the days after, I watched the ridiculous pageantry of flags, the machismo of firemen, the overwrought slogans. Damn it all. Prince Jones was dead. And hell upon those who tell us to be twice as good and shoot us no matter. Hell for ancestral fear that put black parents under terror. And hell upon those who shatter the holy vessel. I could see no difference between the officer who killed Prince Jones and the police who died, or the firefighters who died. They were not human to me. Black, white, or whatever, they were the menaces of nature; they were the fire, the comet, the storm, which could—with no justification—shatter my body.”

That masterpiece of sociopathic hatred towards our country comes from the book titled Between the World and Me - it’s a letter addressed to his son! 

A lot of people rightly blame Barack Obama for the racial unrest of today - but Obama did not start it; moreover, he would not have been able to sow the seeds if he did not have a very fertile ground for these seeds to be sown, fertilized, and thrive. The black hatred began long before his time - with the Nation of Islam, Black Panthers, Black Liberation Army, Rainbow Coalition, and others.  These people were (and are) radically different (pun not intended) from Dr. King and his teachings; they were not proud Americans demanding their Constitutional rights, oh no!  That crew hated the USA with every fiber of their being, and all they wanted (and still want) is the total destruction of the country that we love so dearly.

For about six hours I suffered through one hundred and thirty five pages of Ta-Nehisi Coates’ hateful, virulent, psychotic America-hating bile written to his son (ironically, the dude actually knows how to write well).  I did this in order to delve (at least for a fraction) into the mindset of these people - and to confirm my (at this point long-standing) theory: we can not share our country with them!  

You see, there would always be the scummy bottom-dwellers who would never miss an opportunity to steal, rob, and make an easy buck no matter the times (national tragedy included).  There would always be disgusting crazies like Pollitt (who, after all, at least allowed her daughter to hang the American flag in her room).  We should protect ourselves from the first, and loudly and relentlessly fight the second.

Coates and his ilk, on the other hand, are in our faces Fifth Column.  I am sure that if his son wanted to fly the American flag on 9/12, not only would he not have been allowed to do it in any way, shape, or form - they would probably have had a public flag burning ceremony instead!

Everyone who hates our country the way these people do - and who, moreover, does not acknowledge the legitimacy of the United States of America - should not be allowed to remain here and to maintain our citizenship.  They should be permanently stripped of that citizenship, given a set time to set their affairs in order, and then forced to permanently depart our country!  

And, no, my dear friends, 9/12 and after was not really a time of great unity and resurgent patriotism - and you would do well to remember this….

Gear up and prepare to fight - because our complacency and sheer naivete allowed The Fifth Column to make great inroads in transforming our country and diminishing our freedom!  

May The One Above bless and protect our beloved US of A!