Members of the Peel Regional Police, a region
north of Toronto, march next to the ground
zero site in New York today
Photo Credit: AP / Oded Balilty

I usually go to bed around 2 or 3 in the morning and wake up at 10 o'clock or so but this morning my wife had the TV on early for the SEPTEMBER 11th COMMEMORATION CEREMONY at Zuccotti Park. Normally I can sleep right through most TV programs, but the reading of the names awoke me and I found myself saying that I remember some of those names. Then I realized, rather ashamedly, that I had forgotten it was September 11 again, a Tuesday - again.

I have to admit that I began all over again to have feelings of overwhelming sorrow and anger. On the way into New York today my son (age 30) asked me when I thought the ceremonies for 9/11 would stop. I answered that my guess would be that the remembrances would be repeated every September 11th until everyone who is alive today is gone, every son, daughter, father, mother, brother, sister and grandchild. "That could take a hundred years, " my son responded. "In a hundred years, " I said, "the world will either be filled only with Muslims, or no Muslims at all; I don't see a middle ground. When Muslims were poor they were only a minor annoyance but now that they have oil wealth..."