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| The story of love and hate |
| 2003-09-11 |
| Gerard Baker - Financial Times It was an event at the mysterious intersection of Hate and Love. Hate had been planning for years, concealing itself in the routines of ordinary life. Hate had learnt to speak English, been to flight school, bought airline tickets and rented cars. In Boston and New York and Washington, Hate boarded the four aircrafts, made last, silent, twisted prayers to its own godless god, slipped open the box cutters and took the controls. Hate rejoiced, exulted, as it unleashed its familiar products: suffering and loss and the terminal despair that leads a human being to jump 1,400 feet to a pavement below. That lovely morning, Hate had its finest hour. Seconds later, Love poured out, trying to smoother its enemy. Love hurtled from sleepy firehouses and busy police stations, climbed crumbling staircases, threw itself into the furnace. Love waited fateful seconds to help colleagues trapped behind desks. Love made its last panicked calls. âI love youâ, every one of them said. In the skies above Pennsylvania, Love stormed the cockpit and saved thousands of strangers a hundred miles away. Love lit candles and everywhere Love stood, lifting, healing, reaching. That hateful morning, Love had its finest hours. In that single moment of time America had never been the object of so much hate and so much love. ... and at that moment we all became Americans. |
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| #2 ... except for the ones who became French. |
| Posted by: BH 2003-9-11 4:03:19 PM |
| #1 Then we began the War on Terror and Revenge kicked Hate's ass. |
| Posted by: Texan 2003-9-11 3:53:42 PM |