It's a different world now
I remember life before 9/11. Clearly. It was an easier life. My kids were born 4 months before September 11, 2001. Their life is so different than the one I imagined for them. Living in the metro DC area, the changes are all around us. Here's my take on things:
Pre 9/11
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Post 9/11
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There was little security at federal buildings. This meant I could take my mom to NIH to
walk around, go into any Smithsonian museum at any open hour and that the
federal agencies were pretty much like any other building.
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There are huge fences up around many federal agencies. You can’t just walk around the open
suburban ones any more. You go through
metal detectors at every Smithsonian museum – which often means waiting in
line.
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I didn’t need to arrive at jobs a half hour early. 15 mins was plenty of time to get to where
I was going.
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I must have an escort at most of the places I work in. This is a massive hassle, though one that
has become normal
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There were no “report suspicious activity” signs on the metro, above
the beltway or at large public events.
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This makes me nuts, especially when I see it on the beltway. It makes my blood pressure go up. How can I drive and look at suspicious
activity? Everyone here drives nuts……
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We weren’t at war.
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We have been in one war or another for the entire time my kids have
lived on this earth.
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Hatred wasn’t a part of my daily experience.
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My kids are growing up knowing that hatred between religious groups,
ethnic groups, countries is prevalent.
I knew they’d learn it eventually but I was hoping they’d make it out
of elementary school first. They didn’t.
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I never thought about emergency supplies or an escape plan.
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We do now.
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Terrorism wasn’t part of my daily life.
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It is now.
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I have been reminded that during my lifetime, we have always had terrorism. Planes were hijacked. Bombs happened. But I don't remember those days as vividly as I do 9/11. They just feel different. But they aren't really.
Thinking about your kids... I remember having a friend in Girl Scouts. I only noticed her name was not a regular name and her skin was a bit "tanner" than mine. I don't think it was until I was an ADULT that I realized she was India Indian. Had no clue. She was just my friend. There are a few more instances where I became aware of differences in people only as an adult. I realize now how hard my mother worked and how different society was that I only saw people as people. I didn't know that they were any different than I was. I wish things were still that way. Because inside, aren't we all the same to start?
ReplyDeleteMy kids went to a very diverse daycare. They had no understanding of why they weren't "brown". I love living in such a diverse area - they hear all different languages and participate in events in different cultures. They didn't learn about racism/hatred until they were in elementary school. The whole thing makes me sad. One of their bffs is muslim - that's been a whole other experience (good). I guess this comes under the category of live and learn.
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