I've
been silent for quite some time. Perhaps I've been lazy. Perhaps
I've touched on all the items that fire my philosophical nature.
It would be sad to think that my well would be so shallow. I would
be the first to depreciate myself, to say that I'm shallow and
I don't bother to "think". Of course it's not true.
My thought process is rather random or chaotic, and because I
don't like conflict I don't want to have an opinion about anything,
but that shouldn't equate to being shallow.
The
events of September 11, 2001
Okay,
I brought it up. Like everyone else, I'm taken aback by it. Even
here I found I couldn't finish the opening sentence. On line comics
have addressed it. Other essay pages addressed it right away.
I continued to remain silent, initially because I've been lax
with the essays this year, and subsequently because of the enormity
of the event.
There
are so many sub topics; Why did it happen? Are we responding appropriately?
Are we safe in our own homes? How do we talk to our younger relatives?
How has this changed me personally?
Who
am I?
Flag
waving was for the "hawks" of the nation. I considered
myself a "dove". I grew up just after the Viet Nam war.
The saying of the pledge of allegiance in class ended about sixth
grade. The draft ended the year before I came of age. Registration
was reinstated just after I became too old to be eligible. There
wasn't anything I felt needed a patriotic fervor, so I considered
flag waving to be extreme. When Juli brought her grandmother's
flag into the house I felt rather sheepish. I felt rather strange
having it here.
On
the Fourth of July I bought a bracket to display it on our house.
I felt rather patriotic. I guess I got into the spirit of the
holiday. Red, White and Blue, picnics, fireworks, family, festivals.
Flying the flag felt natural, and it wasn't as if we were going
to leave it up forever. It came down that night.
When
Juli came home from work on September 11, I asked her if she wanted
to display the flag. I hesitated. It wasn't like me to be so
patriotic? It turned out she was thinking the same thing. So the
flag went out. It's still there today. It feels natural.
I have to ask myself
Am I being a hypocrite? Am I still
a dove? Was I ever a dove? I certainly still avoid conflict. That's
a knee jerk response now. Maybe I'm an Owl. For my fifth grade
picnic my mother drew a peace symbol on my sweatshirt and wrote
"Owl" underneath. Owls watch. That's the anthropomorphism
that humans place on them. They are ever vigilant. They don't
seem to get involved unless they are provoked. Yes, maybe I am
an owl. There seem to be a lot of owls out there these days. I'm
not a hawk, yet I'm not uncomfortable flying a flag either.
I
suppose it's a statement of unity. Like a large storm will bring
out the neighborhood to talk to each other, help out and reach
out, so has this horrendous event caused the nation to reach out
to each other. So, to me, flying a flag means I'm standing together
with my neighbors.
On
the myriad of things we may disagree on, that we can address later
or not. Until then we can all fly our flags proudly [i.e. without
feeling sheepish].
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