This was sent to me today and I liked it allot. Read it please, and send it
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The barbarians will learn what America's all about

 By Leonard Pitts Jr.
 Syndicated columnist

 They pay me to tease shades of meaning from social and cultural issues, to
 provide words that help make sense of that which troubles the American
 soul. But in this moment of airless shock when hot tears sting disbelieving
eyes,
 the only thing I can find to say, the only words that seem to fit, must be
 addressed to the unknown author of this suffering.

 You monster. You beast. You unspeakable bastard.

 What lesson did you hope to teach us by your coward's attack on our
 World Trade Center, our Pentagon, us? What was it you hoped we would learn?
 Whatever it was, please know that you failed.

 Did you want us to respect your cause? You just damned your cause.

 Did you want to make us fear? You just steeled our resolve.

 Did you want to tear us apart? You just brought us together.

 Let me tell you about my people. We are a vast and quarrelsome family, a
 family rent by racial, cultural, political and class division, but a family
 nonetheless. We're frivolous, yes, capable of expending tremendous
 emotional energy on pop cultural minutiae, a singer's revealing dress, a
ball
 team's misfortune, a cartoon mouse.

 We're wealthy, too, spoiled by the ready availability of trinkets and
material
 goods, and maybe because of that, we walk through life with a certain
 sense of blithe entitlement. We are fundamentally decent, though *
peace-loving
 and compassionate. We struggle to know the right thing and to do it. And we
 are, the overwhelming majority of us, people of faith, believers in a just
 and loving God.

 Some people * you, perhaps * think that any or all of this makes us
 weak. You're mistaken. We are not weak. Indeed, we are strong in ways that
 cannot be measured by arsenals.

 Yes, we're in pain now. We are in mourning and we are in shock. We're
 still grappling with the unreality of the awful thing you did, still
working
 to make ourselves understand that this isn't a special effect from some
 Hollywood blockbuster, isn't the plot development from a Tom Clancy novel.

 Both in terms of the awful scope of its ambition and the probable final
 death toll, your attacks are likely to go down as the worst acts of
terrorism
 in the history of the United States and, indeed, the history of the world.
 You've bloodied us as we have never been bloodied before.

 But there's a gulf of difference between making us bloody and making us
 fall. This is the lesson Japan was taught to its bitter sorrow the last
time
 anyone hit us this hard, the last time anyone brought us such abrupt and
 monumental pain. When roused, we are righteous in our outrage, terrible in
our
 force.
 When provoked by this level of barbarism, we will bear any suffering,
 pay any cost, go to any length, in the pursuit of justice.

 I tell you this without fear of contradiction. I know my people, as you, I
 think, do not. What I know reassures me. It also causes me to tremble
 with dread of the future.

 In days to come, there will be recrimination and accusation, fingers
pointing
 to determine whose failure allowed this to happen and what can be done
 to prevent it from happening again. There will be heightened security,
 misguided talk of revoking basic freedoms. We'll go forward from this
moment
 sobered, chastened, sad. But determined, too. Unimaginably determined.

 You see, there is steel beneath this velvet. That aspect of our
 character is seldom understood by people who don't know us well. On this
day, the
 family's bickering is put on hold. As Americans we will weep, as Americans
we
 will mourn, and as Americans, we will rise in defense of all that we
cherish.


 Still, I keep wondering what it was you hoped to teach us. It occurs to me
 that maybe you just wanted us to know the depths of your hatred.

 If that's the case, consider the message received. And take this message in
 exchange: You don't know my people. You don't know what we're about. You
 don't know what you just started.

 But you're about to learn.

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