Yesterday was the 11th anniversary of 9/11. I have written too much about my own personal experience in Lower Manhattan that day and the subsequent slow painful loss of friends who died from the after effects. I was very lucky and though I was stuck in Lower Manhattan for a week longer than I expected to be, because of the disruption of transportation, I was soon in the crystal clear atmosphere of the Northern Dordogne. For many Americans, 9/11 was a trap door into a world of isolationist hate. A door into a pit of a closed mind, a corner which a wounded beast cowered, licking its wounds and dreaming of revenge. For me, it was a life changing experience, I resolved to let it open the doors to the rest of the world. I wanted to learn about Islam and the diverse portion of the earths population who define themselves with this broad theosophy. I’ve learned that Islam is as diverse if not more diverse than Christianity. There are fundamentalists who would force others to accept their beliefs by what ever means that they think they can get away with in both worlds. I know I can make a difference.
I am still very much involved in promoting the work of Groupe Coordination Aude Mali with my friends who are passionately involved in the effort. I still have the paypal button on my blog and I would like to thank, personally, everyone who donated through this blog, MikeB32000, and Squatlo Rants. We raised enough money to get a few trucks of refugees across 1,000 kilometers of the Sahara to Mauritania and Burkina Faso, but of course, even though a little goes a long way in the desert, there is still much to do. I posted a piece on my blog, thebrainpolice with some great videos from UNCHR showing the conditions in the camps in both Mauritania and Burkina Faso. They are fairly recent, from last week. Agan, thank you so much for everything you have done!