We'll go forward
from this moment
by Leonard Pitts Jr.
the Miami Herald
"It's my job to have something to say. They pay me to provide words that help make
sense of that which troubles the American soul. But in this moment of airless shock when
hot tears sting disbelieving eyes, the only thing I can find to say, the only words that
seem to fit, must be addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.
"You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.
"What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our World Trade
Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn? Whatever it was, please
know that you failed.
"Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.
"Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.
"Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.
"Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a family rent
by racial, social, political and class division, but a family nonetheless. We're
frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae
-- a singer's revealing dress, a ball team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse. We're wealthy,
too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and material goods, and maybe because
of that, we walk through life with a certain sense of blithe entitlement. We are
fundamentally decent, though -- peace-loving and compassionate. We struggle to know the
right thing and to do it. And we are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith,
believers in a just and loving God.
"Some people -- you, perhaps -- think that any or all of this makes us weak. You're
mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that cannot be measured by
"Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're still
grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still working to make ourselves
understand that this isn't a special effect from some Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the
plot development from a Tom Clancy novel.
Both in terms of the awful scope of their ambition and the probable final death toll, your
attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of terrorism in the history of the United
States and, probably, the history of the world. You've bloodied us as we have never been
"But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us fall. This
is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last time anyone hit us this hard,
the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and monumental pain. When roused, we are
righteous in our outrage, terrible in our force. When provoked by this level of barbarism,
we will bear any suffering, pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.
"I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, think, do
not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble with dread of the future.
"In the days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers pointing to
determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done to prevent it from
happening again. There will be heightened security, misguided talk of revoking basic
freedoms. We'll go forward from this moment sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too.
"You see, the steel in us is not always readily apparent. That aspect of our
character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this day, the family's
bickering is put on hold.
"As Americans we will weep, as Americans we will mourn, and as Americans, we will
rise in defense of all that we cherish.
"So I ask again: What was it you hoped to teach us? It occurs to me that maybe you
just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred. If that's the case, consider the message
received. And take this message in exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what
we're capable of. You don't know what you just started.
"But you're about to learn."
Return to the Poetry Page