Central Park, September 2001.
Knowing the Towers attack meant war, questioning why it must…
Knowing there is always evil in the world, questioning why there must be.
Broken hearts, shattered lives, collective ‘ individual consciousness changed forever.
The weeks after, NYC was bonded, united, united in grief an tragedy. By two weeks after the divisions reared their heads once more.
Will there ever be peace? Not as long as we continue to appease, protect and justify radical jihadists, the only group making war in every country across the globe, trashing human rights wherever they settle. Some chose to protest. I chose to fight, and I always will. For the sake of peace and the preservation of freedom.