The art of Kevin Blythe Sampson

THE ART OF
KEVIN BLYTHE SAMPSON

3/18/10

Kevin writes: Remebering 911 a repost

Some one please call 911

Remembering 911

Larry king immortalized the question

Where were you on 9/11

What a morning

Yes …………even for us jersey folk

Were traumatized on that day

I had two kids my daughter and my adopted

Son James

Who had just started college in New York

and had left for school not that long ago

going through the world trade center

not too long before it happened

So here were are

The plane hit the trade center

I was asleep

My father Deacon Sampson called

And asked me

Where is Lauren

What dad

Where is Lauren

Right now

I said on her way to school

He lost it

I sat up in the bed

Dad then said Kevin cut on the news

Cut on the television

I saw what we all saw

My heart dropped to my knees

I thought I was going to faint

Anyway the phone calls started

None of my kids had cell phones

My daughters best friend's mother

Lorraine called

Her daughter was in New York

In school too.

She was in a total panic

What did I do next?

I went to my closet and dug out my old police uniforms

I tried to put on the pants

But they would no longer bend

To the new ways of my body

But the jacket did fit

Like a bib……….but I could get it on

Then I went and found all of my guns

Two pistols, a rifle and two shot guns

I laid them on my bed and loaded them up for bear

I figured we were under attack

I ran downstairs and found my Italian brother Ron

And together we stood out side and watched war planes fly over head

Angry crying stunned

But patriots who were ready for war

We were convinced

No we were set

If we were under attack

Then when these bastards

Who ever they were

Came into Newark

It was war

I picked out my sniper position

I am serious

No one came

Then I spent the rest of the day finding my kids

Drinking coffee and gravitating between crying

And anger

My anger at 911 lasted more than a year

It took me a year to see the sight itself

Because I was still so angry

I still get angry and sad when I go to the site

It still takes my breath away

Anyway

My kids were found and they went to my gallery

Saw Shari and she got them home

And the anger stayed

As it did with many of us for so long

And one day

It left mostly

And like every one else

I tried to concentrate on the beauty of those people

Who stood with signs on Westside highway

Applauding the volunteers and fireman

Then I remember the pride I felt in being a police man

How proud I was of my brothers

How proud I was of America and the way we could be

We saw the best of America in those days

And then after we saw the worst

It funny I was in my dollar store today

And I was speaking with a Muslim friend

From Pakistan A young lady

Beautiful refined lovely person

I mentioned that my daughter had just moved

To South Orange and of how nice every one was there

She looked at me and said I don’t like South Orange

And I was shocked I said why

She said they don’t like people like me there

They stare and mumble things

She went on to talk about the guys that call her

Names like whore and terrorist

With tears in her eyes

And of the problems she faces every day as a Muslim

And then it all can full circle

And in my remembrance of 911

I had to link some of it

To the effects of it

Don’t get me wrong

I am still a bit angry about 911

But I am also angry

About any one

Any where that attacks another for no reason

So how far have we come

I went on to tell this young girl

About the white only signs that I saw in my youth

About how it is still real funny being a black man

In America

About Even in the neighborhood that I love

I am still often viewed as the other

And I think I made her feel better

To know she was not alone

And then I mentioned Obama

And her eyes lit up

And she said

Yes there is hope

And I said

Yes we can

And we both laughed

and I walked on home

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