9 years on

I was in NYC on 9-11. For five days I roamed those wounded streets in the aftermath. I saw the ascendancy of the human spirit in those New Yorkers as they dug out the remains and carted off the bodies of the fallen. I read the most piteous signs people put up, "Has anyone, anyone, seen . . .?" I pray for all those New Yorkers directly and indirectly affected by that unconscionable, despicable, corruption bloated evil. Let New Yorkers have their peace to mourn and to heal! Respect them! Console them! But let them grieve in peace. A pox upon those measly, contemptible men and women who would seek to filch a shred of political or religious gain from those most detestable evil acts. A pox, I say, upon all their houses!