From: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org (shindell-list-digest) To: shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Subject: shindell-list-digest V3 #301 Reply-To: shindell-list@smoe.org Sender: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-shindell-list-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk shindell-list-digest Friday, September 14 2001 Volume 03 : Number 301 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: [RS] The Star-Spangled Banner [Jeff Gilson ] Re: [RS] Just like any other day.....Tuesday afternoon (Ellis Paul) [TRNM] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 23:25:19 -0700 From: Jeff Gilson Subject: Re: [RS] The Star-Spangled Banner You know, I hate the Star-Spangled Banner. I always have. It's tuneless, it glorifies war. It doesn't represent the America I know. This morning, in London, the Queen's guard band played the song as a show of support. This song I cannot stand reduced me to tears. (This is after spending much of today being called a traitor by some co-workers for not wanting to carpet bomb Afganistan.) jeff. Norman wrote: >On this day (13 September) in 1814, Francis Scott Key wrote what would >become the national anthem for the US. > > >The Star-Spangled Banner >Francis Scott Key, 1814 > >O say, can you see, by the dawn's early light, >What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? >Whose broad stripes and bright stars, thro' the perilous fight, >O'er the ramparts we watch'd, were so gallantly streaming? >And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air, >Gave proof thro' the night that our flag was still there. >O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave >O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave? > > >On the shore dimly seen thro' the mists of the deep, >Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes, >What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, >As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? >Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam, >In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream: >'Tis the star-spangled banner: O, long may it wave >O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! > > >And where is that band who so vauntingly swore >That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion, >A home and a country should leave us no more? >Their blood has wash'd out their foul footsteps' pollution. >No refuge could save the hireling and slave > From the terror of flight or the gloom of the grave: >And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave >O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. > > >O thus be it ever when free-men shall stand >Between their lov'd home and the war's desolation; >Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n-rescued land >Praise the Pow'r that hath made and preserv'd us a nation! >Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, >And this be our motto: In God is our trust! >And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave >O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave! - -- I'm sitting here in Dallas, a dive in Texas with an ache like a forearm for the spoon I am peeling back the labels I'm spinning empty bottles on the bar lonely litters the room -- Beth Amsel - -- writing by osmosis http://www.onefreeradical.com/osmosis/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 13 Sep 2001 23:17:12 EDT From: TRNMT@aol.com Subject: Re: [RS] Just like any other day.....Tuesday afternoon (Ellis Paul) In a message dated 9/13/01 3:29:33 PM Eastern Daylight Time, njohnson@ent.umass.edu writes: > Tuesday was definitely NOT like any other day. > > No, it was not. I began my drive into work on the Jersey side of the Hudson just before 9 a.m., hearing pieced together reports of a plane hitting the WTC. I got on Rt. 3 East, and the twin towers were visible, a cloud of smoke blowing to the south of them. I imagined a light plane, an amateur pilot, had made an unfortunate miscalculation in his flight. Then, news of a second collision...everything had changed, and I felt like I wanted to throw up (sorry). I got to work in Hoboken by 9:30, and a day began that I won't soon forget. When I arrived at the office, eyes were fixed on my secretary's small TV. Both clerical workers had reason to be upset: one had cousins in the WTC and the other's husband of 2 months worked in an adjacent building. They left by noon. We had finally heard from the husband before our secretary left. The rest of us were met by the SWAT team (three guys in SWATgear with large guns) telling us to evacuate City Hall. I didn't...I went to the OEM office. I have been so impressed with NYC's response to this unimaginable tragedy. Our brother lives...ummm....on 22nd Street? He was safe, thankfully. Fran will correct me if I'm wrong, but he used to live on 13th St., just around the corner from St. Vincent's. We talked last night and agreed that New Yorkers have been responding in such a phenomenal manner. Here on the NJ side, we've been doing what we can to help. Our city's Office of Emergency Management went into action, decontaminating people ferried over, performing triage, getting casualties to the hospital, providing shelter. I found myself with the task of tending the phones in one of the OEM posts. Not as hands on as I would like, but at least I felt like I was doing something. Last Friday, a lovely day here in the NJ/NY area, I took the ferry over to the financial center just to have lunch. It was glorious...a perfect day. My colleague admired the skyline as he often does. He is much more impressed with the man-made skyline than the handiwork of nature. But then I thought that we, as creatures, had fashioned that skyline, and it almost convinced me that it was something organic. My secretary, a born and raised denizen of the city, has loathed the "(explicative deleted) yuppies" as long as I've known her. Today, she realizes that some of them will not be sharing the bus with her any longer. She promises a new attitude of toleration and forgiveness. It's too bad it takes something like this to make a change of heart. With no Richard content, I'd better get gone (I have been listening to Julie Miller's "Broken Things" today). If you are able, and willing, please join in the noon time prayer services that will be available on Friday. Give blood. Don't be hateful. NT ------------------------------ End of shindell-list-digest V3 #301 ***********************************