On the 17th Anniversary of 9/11: A Survivor’s Call for Unity
Like most Americans, each September 11th, I reflect on how much our
country lost that day; the thousands of lives shockingly, and suddenly
taken; and how quickly fellow comrades rushed to aid victims. That
fateful day, seventeen years ago, brought out the best in our fellow
citizens, but tragically, also revealed the worst.
On this September 11th, ironically perhaps, I will be
lying in the hospital as my doctors perform sinus surgery, my second in
two years. Although not in Manhattan, or Washington D.C. on September 11th, I am a victim, and a survivor, of the terror that reigned down upon our country in 2001.
I watched, as so many had, the terror that unfolded that sunny
September day. I too was fixated on the news as jets came barreling
toward the twin towers and pentagon. As I watched the towers fall and
speculation begin about the perpetrators, I couldn’t help but begin to
worry. As the days unfolded, I began to have nightmares – for three
nights in a row – waking in panic, having witnessed myself being shot in
the convenience store where I worked. It had already begun happening.
For many of us, the horror, fear, and violence, just began once the twin
towers fell. Customers began harassing, taunting, and threatening me.
Four days after September 11th, a shop owner was shot to
death at a nearby store. I was so alarmed I begged my boss to activate
the decoy security cameras and keep two clerks on shift. Unfortunately,
he did neither.
On September 21st, ten days after 9/11, as rescuers
searched debris for signs of life, our country deep in mourning, a
newfound fear and uncertainty over us, I began what would be my last day
of work as a clerk in South Dallas. Around noon on this stormy Friday,
while I remained behind the check-out counter, a man wearing a baseball
cap, bandana, and sunglasses, carrying a double-barrel shot gun slung
along his side, walked in. As he pointed the gun directly at my face, he
asked, “Where are you from?” Before I could utter anything but “Excuse
me?” he pulled the trigger. From point blank range.
As I reflect upon 9/11 again this year, this time while in the
hospital, I remain grateful for my second chance at life. As I approach
my ‘ReBirthday’, I celebrate the purposeful life my God afforded me that
afternoon while I lie in my own blood, alone, on a convenience store
floor. On my deathbed I vowed that should I survive, I would live each
day helping others, and as a human rights advocate, peace activist,
non-profit leader, and motivational speaker, I have the opportunity to
try and combat the hate and violence that has plagued our country for
far too long. I founded the nonprofit, World Without Hate, with
the hope we might all build bridges among one another, as opposed to
walls; that through our own powerful human attributes of forgiveness,
compassion, empathy, understanding, and acceptance, we can begin to see
how much more we have in common than that which seems to divide us. I
see 9/11 not only as a tragic day in American history, but also a time
of unity, solidarity, and coming together, despite our differences. Did
anyone hesitate because of skin color before running into the burning
towers to help others escape? Did anyone pause to ask another about
their religion before scooping them into their arms and carrying them
further to safety?
While in surgery, my doctors will try to remove some of the bullet
fragments I still carry. Constant reminders of my attack, nearly three
dozen pepper the right side of my face and skull. The shooting also left
me blind in my right eye. The physical disabilities, perhaps, pale in
comparison to the mental and emotional toll my hate crime has taken. For
a survivor like me, great comfort comes when I have the opportunity to
speak to or work with my fellow citizens as they come together, taking
initiative to understand and accept each other, finding ways to help
make strides for a peaceful, safe, and united nation for all.
It is high time for us to pause and reflect, to truly see where we
are heading. The terrorist attacks took thousands of lives, destroying
countless others, including mine. As a nation, we come together each
year, rightfully so, to remember and show support for the victims and
survivors. However, innocent victims of post 9/11 hate crimes remain
unnoticed and unsupported. From 2001 to 2016, half a million people lost
their lives from gun violence in this country. Hate crimes are once
again on the rise, increasing by 12% in 2016-17 alone. Enemies of our
freedom and democracy are sowing seeds of radical, racial conflict,
dividing us through our own social media, revolting rhetoric and
intolerant behavior, where blaming the “other” has become the norm. This
is not who we are; this is NOT our America.
As we come together to pay our respects on this seventeenth
anniversary, I urge us all to remember the thousands upon thousands of
people who protected, saved, and comforted one another. Recall, in the
midst of your mourning, the strength in unity and patriotism shared
during such chaos and unknown. We can indeed come back together. The
lessons I’ve learned from my traumatic experience, and the journey I’ve
taken, moved me from a place of pain on the deepest level, to a place of
hope for a kinder, just, and more accepting world.
Join me, in honoring all those lost and affected on this tragic
anniversary, pledging to proactively denounce ignorance, intolerance,
and hate, treating all people equally, as humans first, regardless of
our visible or invisible diversity. Let’s show the rest of the world
that we are indeed stronger, and united as one nation, just as we
demonstrated seventeen years ago.
Rais Bhuiyan, a post 9/11 hate crime survivor is the founder of World Without Hate, an international speaker, & the subject of The True American, Murder & Mercy in Texas.