Tara and John Creamer met at college, where he was captain of the football team, and she never missed a game. "Her life, in her eyes, was perfect," said her sister, Liz Waldo. "She had a tremendous life in her short 30 years. Her smile was radiant. It was her most beautiful feature."
Tara and Liz grew up as two of the four Shea sisters in Westfield, Mass. "The four girls looked on ourselves as four sturdy legs on a table," Mrs. Waldo said, "and now we're down to three wobbly legs." (Profile published in THE NEW YORK TIMES on December 24, 2001.)
Tara K. (Shea), 30, of Worcester, a passenger on American Airlines Flight 11, died Tuesday, in New York City. She leaves husband of 7 years John J. Creamer, her 4 year old son Colin J. Creamer and 15 month old daughter Nora A. Creamer. She also leaves her father James F. Shea of Westfield, 2 brothers Kevin J. Shea of Omaha, NE, and Brian J. Shea of Granville, MA, 3 sisters Maureen A. Shea and Kellie P. DiFilippo both of Reading and Elizabeth M. Waldo of Westfield and many nephews and nieces. She was born in Westfield, her mother was Colleen M. (O'Connor) Shea who died in 1995. Mrs. Creamer was a 1993 graduate of the University of Massachusetts. Mrs. Creamer had been Planning Manager for TJX Corporation in Framingham. She had been actively involved with several charitable organizations the TJX Corporation including the American Cancer Society and Christmas Relief for the Homeless. A Memorial Service will he held Saturday, September 15th at 1:00 PM in Our Lady of the Angels Church, 1222 Main Street, Worcester. O'Connor Brothers Funeral Home, 592 Park Ave., WORCESTER, is directing the arrangements. The family requests that flowers be omitted and contributions made to the Creamer Children's Scholarship c/o Worcester Credit Union, 520 West Boylston Street, Worcester, MA 01606.
I could leave it at that. And something tells me I actually should. Something tells me I... may dishonor the remembrance of so many innocent who were brutally and for no reason murdered by islamic terrorists on that fateful day, now eight years ago.
So I proceed, and it feels like walking on thin ice.
Eight years later, on the spot where it all happened, there should have been a 1,000-meter high Towering Wonder of modern architecture, a Testimony to Defiance in the face of blind bloodthirsty sheer madness, a testimony to the confidence, technological prowess, ingenuity, courage and strength of a nation that has spread so much good over the world, spilling the blood of hundreds of thousands of its soldiers in doing so...
But instead there's just this:
Eight years later, in the same city that back then was visited by the malign hatred of mentally derailed adherents of a wicked belief system, who were consumed by the realization of their own impotence... the New York City council overwhelmingly approved a resolution calling for two muslim holidays for the city's schools...
And eight years later, a man whose father AND stepfather were muslims, who attended muslim schools in his youth, who has Hussein for middle name, and who is hellbent on leading his country to financial ruin... is President of the United States.
I might have left it at that, even knowing that he has appointed as Secretary of Homeland Security a woman who has proclaimed that we should not refer anymore to 9/11 as a terrorist act, but as a "man-caused disaster". I possibly would even have left it at that, when on the commemmoration of this heinous day he willingly spread confusion by not naming the source of evil, instead saying that the US 'would never falter in going after Al Qaeda' (the name of which he spoke only once), which is something akin to Winston Churchill saying in June 1940, after having been ingloriously chased from the beach at Dunkirk, that Great Britain would never falter in going after Von Rundstedt's Heeresgruppe A.
But I can't leave it at that, knowing that just days ago he thought it necessary to praise American muslims for their "enrichment of the nation's culture":
|"The contribution of Muslims to the United States are too long to catalog because Muslims are so interwoven into the fabric of our communities and our country..."|
Go tell that to the relatives of the Pentagon staffer above.
I am sorry for... the inconvenient use... of a photograph of someone who was once a loved father, husband, child, brother, friend.
I ask for forgiveness for doing it, and I'm doing it only because I cannot bear the absurdity and insanity of our current situation anymore, and because ... I sense that not addressing the real issue here, not naming the real evil, not identifying the REAL ENEMY... which is islamic extremism and possibly islam itself... means to dishonor these innocent victims even more.