Terrorist attacks are mighty different when you know one of the victims.
My brain unconsciously processed the information: Statistics from half a world away... Thank God I don't know anyone over there... Are there any Diet Cokes in the refrigerator?
But in my daily AM-induced trance I was shocked into sharp focus when the newsman reported that the lone American death, at the time, was "34-year old Rima Akkad". In that instant I knew it was my friend, the beautiful and jovial younger sister of my high school classmate Malek, who I think saved me (at least from something) by getting me over the Mexican border in a wheelbarrow after a drunken night in Tijuana in 1985.
Al Qaeda Killed My Friend by Andrew Breighbart, guest blogging over at Roger L Simon's blog
Posted by Jill Fallon at November 12, 2005 12:26 AM | Permalink