Saturday, September 15, 2001

An e-mail received from a buddy in Dublin this morning:

>Hi guys,
>
>I needed to relate this experience with my friends, all of whom I
>care deeply about, and all of whom I know will be dealing with
>this terrible event in their own heartfelt ways.
>
>Without being bigheaded, if you think it may help to pass this on
>to others, especially in the U.S., where I have heard that coverage
>of non-U.S. events has been limited, please feel free.
>
>Yesterday (Friday) was declared a National Day Of Mourning
>here by the Irish government, in addition to the three minutes
>of silence held across Europe. Every business, school, pub,
>cinema - everywhere - closed all day. Even gas stations closed.
>It was weird driving around with everywhere shut down like
>that. Hundreds of masses and memorial services from all
>denominations were held all over the country, and many
>thousands attended in deep grief.
>
>Last night, at about 10.10 p.m., I drove to the American
>Embassy in Dublin. Since Wednesday morning, many thousands
>of people have been showing up there to pay their respects and to
>sign the Books Of Condolence to the American people, and
>particularly to those who have lost their lives and loved ones in
>this tragedy. By the way, other Books are being signed all over
>Ireland, and probably the world.
>
>I had watched the evening news earlier at a friend's house, and
>saw that the queue to sign the Books at the Embassy was over
>two and a half hours long, at about 6 p.m. on Friday evening.
>And that was in addition to the long queues at other venues in
>Dublin. As of this morning, over 40,000 people have left very
>personal messages in the Books. There are so many people
>going there that the Embassy has placed 10 Books at a time
>under a temporary gazebo, to help reduce the waiting time.
>
>As you queue up around the block (and even at this hour it
>took me over 30 minutes), and the nearer you get to the signing
>area, bouquets of flowers, teddy bears, clothing and other
>personal items are piled up along the walls and railings of the
>Embassy. Literally thousands of them. It is like a river of
>flowers. And every single one of them has a very personal
>message attached from the people who left it there, often
>from whole families and groups of friends together. As we
>queued up, we read some of these messages, with tears
>appearing in many eyes, mine included. They are from
>people right across the spectrum, from desolate and angry
>Americans, and many Americans who want forgiveness, too,
>from pensioners to young children, sports teams, and groups
>of other nationalities, too. There were very many messages
>and tributes that just yanked at the heart strings, but I wish
>to relate these two to you, as they were the ones that
>affected me most.
>
>The first was from an unidentified commercial airline pilot.
>They had left a huge bouquet of flowers, and in the middle
>of it he/she had placed a list of the names of all the flight
>crews of the crashed planes, with the simple message
>underneath: You will never be forgotten. Taped to the
>note was his/her captain's shoulder stripes.
>
>The second had me in floods of tears, and they are
>returning now as I write this. It was a simple bunch of
>handpicked garden flowers taped to an old well-worn,
>and obviously well-loved, teddy bear. Attached to the
>hands of the teddy was a note written in pencil, in shaky
>writing. To the best of my recollection it said, "To all
>the little children whose Mummys and Daddys have
>died in New York, they are now with the angels, and we
>are praying for you every day." It was signed by Sinead,
>age 4, and Laura, age 6.
>
>I cannot describe the level of emotion being felt here,
>either by the nation as a whole or by myself. The mixed
>feelings are there too, ranging from a huge desire for
>revenge and retribution, and on the other hand feeling there
>must be another way to deal with this. And of course,
>just a simple inability to comprehend the whole tragedy.
>A numbness, in fact.
>
>Last night, on the way home from the Embassy, I found
>myself hoping and praying that the people who have been
>entrusted to act in this situation will appreciate the support
>that is coming from the whole world, even from the likes of
>China, Pakistan, Russia and the Middle East. The most
>enduring image for me from this whole tragedy is not from
>New York, or in fact anywhere in the U.S. It is a TV image
>of a frail-looking Yasser Arafat on a stretcher donating
>blood!!
>
>I have many other views about what should happen from here,
>most of them conflicting, and am very grateful not to have to
>decide what to do. That must be an awful place to be right
>now. Suffice it to say, the ordinary people of Dublin, Ireland,
>Europe and the world, are praying and grieving for the people
>of New York, Washington D.C. and Pittsburgh, and the entire
>U.S., like never before.
>
>Love and peace to all,
>
>Dermot

rws 1:20 PM [+]

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