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「我々は何と闘っているのか?」

What is our struggle?

September 11th, 2001. 11 at night. I'm calling a hospital. My friend's tired voice answers.
"I'm scared…"
"You'll be fine! People don't die so easily."
"I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of the pain."
I'm a little angry; it seems like we've had this conversation many times before. I'm still young and able to feel peoples' pain as if it's my own. Twirling the cord around my finger, I look to the television. A plane has just hit the World Trade Center in New York. It's like a movie. I see people running for their lives. I sit dumfounded, staring at the soundless footage.
"Are you there?"
"Yeah...but, something awful has happened."
"What?"
"A plane has hit a building in New York."
"What do you mean?"
"Turn on the TV. It's on every channel!"
I hear my friend gasp.
We wonder who would've done such a thing. We hang up.
It's been a long time since that day, and the world seems to get worse and worse. I still remember that phone call sometimes.
"I'm scared…"
I wish I'd had a better answer. Unless we face our fears, the fear grows. We end up controlled by our fears. Violence. Discrimination. War. Plague. Exploitation. Hunger. Bloodshed…

「我々は何と闘っているのか?」

What is our struggle?

September 11th, 2001. 11 at night. I'm calling a hospital. My friend's tired voice answers.
"I'm scared…"
"You'll be fine! People don't die so easily."
"I'm not afraid of dying. I'm afraid of the pain."
I'm a little angry; it seems like we've had this conversation many times before. I'm still young and able to feel peoples' pain as if it's my own. Twirling the cord around my finger, I look to the television. A plane has just hit the World Trade Center in New York. It's like a movie. I see people running for their lives. I sit dumfounded, staring at the soundless footage.
"Are you there?"
"Yeah...but, something awful has happened."
"What?"
"A plane has hit a building in New York."
"What do you mean?"
"Turn on the TV. It's on every channel!"
I hear my friend gasp.
We wonder who would've done such a thing. We hang up.
It's been a long time since that day, and the world seems to get worse and worse. I still remember that phone call sometimes.
"I'm scared…"
I wish I'd had a better answer. Unless we face our fears, the fear grows. We end up controlled by our fears. Violence. Discrimination. War. Plague. Exploitation. Hunger. Bloodshed…

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