I.

I don't know where to begin.
I never thought of politics as an important thing. It never really mattered who got elected,
I was still the same. My life
had not really changed. Politics?
What did it mean? What did I have to do with it?
I voted anyway.

I have to tell you that later
when the war against terrorism began,
I felt proud to be an American. I felt
delight when Afghanistan was bombed.
I wanted Osama Bin Laden dead.
I personally blamed him for the devastation
in New York.
I was glad that the US was finally doing something
instead of being politically correct
or negotiating behind the scenes.
I was behind the neoconservatives
and American world supremacy.

Part of it was because I was suffering from depression.
I had always been a weak and quiet child.
I wanted something spectacular to happen.
I ate up what the administration told me.
I was hungry anyway. I wanted action.

I remember, the very night after the devastation,
there was almost a party atmosphere in Worcester, Mass.
Drunk Americans were waving the American flag and driving through the city.
I could hear cries and whispers of strangers, then the siren of police cars.
I don't think that it was Moslems being beaten up. My neighbors were mostly Hispanics or others.