{"id":834,"date":"2008-09-11T12:19:14","date_gmt":"2008-09-11T11:19:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.feylamia.net\/blog\/?p=834"},"modified":"2010-01-05T16:37:40","modified_gmt":"2010-01-05T15:37:40","slug":"911","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/2008\/09\/11\/911\/","title":{"rendered":"9\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Ich war die ganze Nacht wach gewesen, hatte mit T. telefoniert oder gechattet? Neverwinter Nights gespielt? Ich wei&#223; nicht mehr. Wir verabschiedeten uns online, kurz darauf klingelte mein Telefon &#8211; T. war dran und meinte, ich solle den Fernseher anmachen. Ich wei&#223; noch, dass mein erster Gedanke &#8222;Krieg&#8220; war und ich Angst hatte, der Rest verschwimmt. Ich war im IRC, die g&#228;ngigen Webseiten waren alle down. Meinen Freunden in den Staaten schrieb ich Emails, weil einige von ihnen Verwandte in New York hatten.<\/p>\n<p>Trotz allem nat&#252;rlich die obligatorische Gesellschaftskritik &#8230;<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>Up and down this road I go<br \/>\nSkippin&#8216; and dodgin&#8216;<br \/>\nFrom a 44<\/p>\n<p>10:03 on a Tuesday morning<br \/>\nIn the fall of an American dream<br \/>\nA man is doing what he knows is right<br \/>\nOn flight 93<br \/>\nHe loved his mom and he loved his dad<br \/>\nHe loved his home and he loved his man<br \/>\nBut on that bloody Tuesday morning<br \/>\nHe died an American<\/p>\n<p>Now you cannot change this<br \/>\nYou can&#8217;t erase this<br \/>\nYou can&#8217;t pretend this is not the truth<\/p>\n<p>Even though he could not marry<br \/>\nOr teach your children in our schools<br \/>\nBecause who he wants to love<br \/>\nIs breaking your Gods&#8216; rules<br \/>\nHe stood up on a Tuesday morning<br \/>\nIn the terror he was brave<br \/>\nAnd he made his choice<br \/>\nAnd without a doubt<br \/>\nA hundred lives he must have saved<\/p>\n<p>And the things you might take for granted<br \/>\nYour inalienable rights<br \/>\nSome might chose to deny him<br \/>\nEven though he gave his life<br \/>\nCan you live with yourself in the land of the free<br \/>\nAnd make him less of a hero than the other three<br \/>\nWell it might begin to change ya<br \/>\nIn a field in Pennsylvania<\/p>\n<p>Stand up America<br \/>\nHear the bell now as it tolls<br \/>\nWake up America<br \/>\nIt&#8217;s Tuesday morning<br \/>\nCome on let&#8217;s roll<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>&#8211; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.melissaetheridge.com\">Melissa Etheridge<\/a>, <a href=\"http:\/\/www.melissaetheridge.com\/melissa\/lyrics\/lucky.php#tuesdaymorning\">Tuesday Morning<\/a> (zu finden auf dem gro&#223;artigen Album <a href=\"http:\/\/www.melissaetheridge.com\/melissa\/?album=lucky\">Lucky<\/a>&#8222;)<\/p>\n<p>Zum Hintergrund:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>&#8222;I remember getting People magazine with the stories of Flight 93, how these heroes did it. They get to Mark Bingham and there&#8217;s his lover, and I thought, &#8218;Oh my god!&#8216; I hadn&#8217;t heard that until I saw the People magazine. Time goes by, and the government starts putting out the benefits for the families of those who lost their lives; a certain percentage of people who lost their lives, of course, were homosexual-at least 10% of any population is gonna be homosexual-and the government says no. All of a sudden, that felt uncomfortable.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>W&#228;re ich in den T&#252;rmen gewesen, w&#228;re mein Leben weniger wert gewesen als das der meisten anderen. Kein sch&#246;ner Gedanke.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ich war die ganze Nacht wach gewesen, hatte mit T. telefoniert oder gechattet? Neverwinter Nights gespielt? Ich wei&#223; nicht mehr. Wir verabschiedeten uns online, kurz darauf klingelte mein Telefon &#8211; T. war dran und meinte, ich solle den Fernseher anmachen. Ich wei&#223; noch, dass mein erster Gedanke &#8222;Krieg&#8220; war und ich Angst hatte, der Rest [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1,34,7],"tags":[162,150,161],"class_list":["post-834","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-leben-universum-alles","category-kabale-und-liebe","category-queerschlaeger","tag-162","tag-melissa-etheridge","tag-patriotismus"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/834","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=834"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/834\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":837,"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/834\/revisions\/837"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=834"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=834"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/feylamia.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=834"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}