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Politics : Banned From The Jackass Thread And Proud Of It -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: PROLIFE who wrote (560)	10/12/2001 9:50:28 AM
From: GROUND ZERO™	Respond to of 681

No, I didn't see Imus this morning, but Matthews can get ahead of himself..... on Peggy Noonan's article, I found it poignant and sensitive... I didn't find it feminist or sexist, I thought it was a bit too lengthy, but she made her point very nicely... I agree the WTC rescue workers, all of them, are the first ground troops in this new war... below, I've posted a segment of her article... Let me tell you when I first realized what I'm saying. On Friday, Sept. 14, I went with friends down to the staging area on the West Side Highway where all the trucks filled with guys coming off a 12-hour shift at ground zero would pass by. They were tough, rough men, the grunts of the city--construction workers and electrical workers and cops and emergency medical worker and firemen. I joined a group that was just standing there as the truck convoys went by. And all we did was cheer. We all wanted to do some kind of volunteer work but there was nothing left to do, so we stood and cheered those who were doing. The trucks would go by and we'd cheer and wave and shout "God bless you!" and "We love you!" We waved flags and signs, clapped and threw kisses, and we meant it: We loved these men. And as the workers would go by--they would wave to us from their trucks and buses, and smile and nod--I realized that a lot of them were men who hadn't been applauded since the day they danced to their song with their bride at the wedding. And suddenly I looked around me at all of us who were cheering. And saw who we were. Investment bankers! Orthodontists! Magazine editors! In my group, a lawyer, a columnist and a writer. We had been the kings and queens of the city, respected professional in a city that respects its professional class. And this night we were nobody. We were so useless, all we could do was applaud the somebodies, the workers who, unlike us, had not been applauded much in their lives. And now they were saving our city. GZ