9/11 and me

MaidenMotherCrone

I was going to say something on 9/11 but was caught up in some family issues that I resolved. I know it might be weird to bring up on a Feminist forum, but I do have a unique connection to the old World Trade Center. I want to make it explicitly clear; this isn't a patriotic post, I'm only going to refer to the unnecessary loss of life as a human being, that's all I need. Although I am very pro-American, very pro-American women making America better and the men can go back in the sandbox and beat each other up.

My mother worked in the North Tower back in the 70s, hell she was working in NYC as the towers were being made. My mother came from two abusive marriages before giving birth to me; she was an incredibly hard worker and didn't retire until she was 80. My mother did bring me to the Twin Towers in the 80s. I have strong memories of checking out her cubicle on the 80th floor, her coworkers always brought food. It was such a different atmosphere back then; you were allowed to bring your kid to work every now and then for an hour or two.

I also thought I was going to lose my mother in the 1993 bombing. Thankfully it was the basement, and my mother was far from the explosion but still had to evacuate. I was in college in upstate New York and was worried my mother might have been killed; a smartphone would have been helpful, had to rely on a shitty payphone just to reach my mother.

Every time I think of 9/11, I think of violence in men. Men commit violence every hour on the hour. The 9/11 attacks are just a representation of male violence, religious delusions and why the Y chromosome is defective. Now of course I have no 9/11 story, my mother stopped working in NYC in the mid 90s so there wasn't a threat to anyone in my family.

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