I used to work at the WTC, and when liivng in NYC attended more than one DS Festival there.
Seeing those streets suddenly filled with a billowing clouds of what had been tons of concrete, then the silence of the next few days has haunted me ever since. Not because of one man's hatred, though. It took a group of men--dedicated, brave and evil men who worked together to commit this terrible crime.
And the dead keep piling up, even now, years later. All across the globe, even after the original group that did the atrocity was broken, men and women continue to die violently--the guilty and the innocent, the good and the bad, in a cycle of events hinging on vicious plan by political extremists.
The killing goes on.