I was in the 5th grade. I remember being aware that something was going on, but I didn’t know exactly what. I can recall some teachers huddled together discussing something, & I specifically remember my music teacher being sad. It wasn’t until I got home that I got some type of handle on what was going on. Granted, I was like 11, so I didn’t fully grasp the intricacies of a terrorist attack, however I realized, okay, some people from another country purposely flew planes into some important buildings of ours, because they didn’t like us. I remember asking my mom if she thought other attacks were coming, & being afraid when she looked me in the eyes & said she didn’t know. That was one of my first political moments, trying to understand how people could hate us so much, that they’d do something like that. I spent the rest of the day & night glued to the TV trying to soak up any information I could...mostly so I would know more than the other kids at school, in what would become the first political arguments I had with other people my age

we killed the natives in like 1850 bro. we fed the nazis hot lead in the 40s. you might remember from your history books under the chapter "moments where France almost didn't exist anymore but oh are those marines coming up the beach to our rescue, again".

This post was edited by thesnipa on Sep 11 2018 11:33am

you didn't rescue me, my friend
one only member of my family lived in Europe during World War 2, and he got killed
you didn't rescue me

https://forums.d2jsp.org/topic.php?t=79449018&f=276

you funded the execution of 60% of the European jews.
you didn't rescue me my friend
you killed my uncle
you didn't rescue me, you little liar

This post was edited by Chevaucheur on Sep 11 2018 11:37am

I remember senior year sitting in my facing history: the holocaust class when someone ran up and down the halls yelling 'we're all going to die" the private phone for each teacher rang simultaneously, it was an eerie sound to hear echoing down the halls. We were doing an assignment about the trail of tears when our teacher turned on the tv set to the local news where we saw the first tower on fire and them moments later the plane colliding with the second one. It was a small class, not many people wanted to take that elective. Teacher started crying, none of us knew why. Later we learned that we had a economics (teacher was the same for both classes) field trip planned for the same day to visit the towers but it fell through weeks prior due to the school not wanting to foot the bill. She was also trying to get a trip to the holocaust museum scheduled as well but my school was banned permanently for an incident back during our middle school holocaust museum trip where another school got confused for ours (they had kids climbing on one of the box cars and throwing shoes at people)

One by one students were being called to the front office to be picked up by their parents. By the end of the day, there were only a handful of students left. I never got the call, my mother was on lockdown at work and my father was probably passed out from working late. Rest of the day was spent watching whatever movie the teacher had on hand because no one could concentrate and there weren't enough students to warrant continuing the current lesson plan. I ended up skipping last period since there were like 3 people in there, with my friend dani and we walked to her house, her dad picked us up on the way to her house and we stopped for KFC, he was quiet the whole time. This was a man that would never shut up and he was quiet. We watched a couple movies at her house and I finally walked home. I walked into my living room and my mother was livid "where the hell were you?!" she screamed, crying, I was confused. My mom was scared because she was on lockdown and when she finally could call home, no would answer because my father was out looking for me. Found out later my aunt came to pick me up, but they refused her ID because it was expired. She was a listed contact but wouldn't accept her ID.

I remember almost getting suspended for cutting last period but the principal overruled the teacher because of what happened and said to not do it again.

It was a defining moment that made me start looking into politics and also brought out the worst in people I was friends or acquaintances with. We had three muslim students in our senior class and the way people treated them after what happened was downright sickening.

This post was edited by Arsenic_Touch on Sep 11 2018 11:38am

Go lay down by your dish.

Econ field trip, to the WTC?

Yes.

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Antony Sutton knows the truth.

This post was edited by Chevaucheur on Sep 11 2018 11:55am