It all starts back on a date that we are all familiar with, September 11th, 2001.
I remember in vivid detail when I was in 2nd grade and the Twin Towers fell. It was one of the first times I've ever seen teachers interrupt a quiet classroom.
A group of teachers dashed in while we were all over looking our math problems and they started crying and hugging each other. I swear it could have started snowing, the September air got so cold.
I've never heard tears hit the floor so loud. Panic filled the room. I was confused, an innocent mind; I didn't know what was happening and I tried to think of what could have caused such chaos in a normally relaxed school. I just couldn't figure it out. Images flashed through my head like an old projector, as I played a matching game of what possibly could have caused all of this.
The number of students in the room began to get smaller and smaller as I watched the clock above the door tick away. There were about 5 students left in the classroom when I decided to go up to the group of teachers wiping their makeup from their eyes and calling a new person every other second; and to this day I'm not sure what exactly would have fought its way out of my mouth ~ but before I had time to speak, another teacher ran in the room and the group of 6 or so teachers migrated to her with hugs.
I walked out my 2nd grade classroom and down the hall toward the exit of the school. I figured it would be on TV at home if it was very important, from past experiences of seeing things on the news. So I thought I should just go home.
My sister explained to me that something serious has just happened and that a lot of people have just died. She explained to me that planes have flown into the Twin Towers as Terrorists attacked The United States Of America. She looked at my face, with a confused expression that seemed to acknowledge that my 2nd grade mind couldn't comprehend the definition of terrorism. She quickly reworded, "Bad people just killed innocent people in New York City".
Little did I know that these buildings would play such an impact in my future and life.
I shortly arrived home to see my mom crying and on the phone with my brother who was stationed in Fort Benning Army Base in Georgia. It made me sad to hear the pain in her voice as she told me to not turn on any TV's in the house.
It never occurred to me that my brother would be sent away overseas for 8 years in the deserts of the Middle East.It never occurred to me that he would be put through so much pain and be in death's cross-hairs every second.It never occurred to me I would feel like I have lost my brother, even though he was still alive.
It never occurred to me that I wasn't alone and this was happening to countless other people too.
My brother always taught me that America was the best place to live; that it's the safest and I don't need to ever worry about anything bad happening to me. Everything that I believed was shattered and I no longer felt safe.
I found myself obsessed with 9/11 and I didn't understand why this video wasn't on every news station and why more people didn't know about it! I read everything I could find about on the Internet and every video I could watch.
I am a 9/11 truther.
I started finding more interesting links about government, and started reading things about CIA whistleblowers.
It didn't add up to me.
As I continued my obsession with truth and other people's viewpoints and thoughts about media, banking, government, and freedom, it all started to make sense to me.
In my 17 years of living, I've experienced society and our country go through quite a serious change ~ as well as my viewpoints on America.
It's fair to say, I lost faith in humanity for quite some time.
It truly made me depressed that people could be such animals and lie to everyone about such important vital information. It made me sad to see people eat it all up like Thanksgiving dinner. I couldn't believe people were not doing anything about this.
Soon, I started to notice that people actually were doing a lot about this. Huge protests like the Internet group Anonymous protesting Scientology, and other protests on "9/11 truth," and the list goes on and on. I found out what I loved and I was happy to know people were being the change they wish to see.
The Occupy movement gave me great hope, and lifted my mood. I thought to myself: "Its about time." I knew I would stand with them.
Agree or disagree with what the Occupy movement is protesting; the police brutality has really been eye opening, and it’s important to ask yourself these questions:
Who are they protecting?
Why are they arresting people?
Why are peaceful people being attacked?
Why are they using chemical agents and LRAD devices on American citizens?
Turn off the TV and seek the truth.
Is America losing its rights?
Are we becoming less free?
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Meanwhile, U.S. Senate passed the National Defense Authorization act in a 93-7 vote.
Is there a pattern going on here?
Does this seem okay to you?Do you need to start questioning these things?
The day our constitutional amendments mean nothing ~ which seems more like reality as the sun sets ~ I do not want to hear anyone who didn't stand up with the Occupy movement or any protest of government power over its people complain, because by sitting back and not doing anything about this, you are allowing this to happen.
It angers me when people are more interested in listening to horrible music than to educate themselves on important things like the SOPA/NO IP Act and the NDAA that will change our lives completely and for the next generations to come.
"I do not agree with a word you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it."