I have never really been a person for patriotic moments, mostly I suppose because my age, colour and background as a caucasian African makes me a nation-deprived person. Last week I stood looking into the big hole that is Ground Zero, at the end of Manhatten in New York City, and I was strangely moved. I stood there on my own for at least five minutes, thinking about the three thousand plus people who perished, the unimaginable anguish of families who lost loved ones, images burned into my brain from 11 September 2001 where people jumped out of the twin towers to certain death ... and I said a prayer that for the first time in a long time made me think hard about pacifism.The image was taken from Google Earth.
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