by J. A. Jance
I'm a
writer. My
job is writing murder mysteries, books in which there's an immutable
rule that the bad guys get caught. On Monday of this week,
I was in Montreal on tour. It's only through the luck of
airplane scheduling that I came home to my family late Monday
night through Chicago rather than Tuesday morning through New
York.
Tuesday we were supposed to leave Seattle for a
week in Ashland,
Oregon,--to
see plays, play some golf, and finish up the manuscript I'm writing.
We didn't get to Ashland in time to see any plays on Tuesday.
Instead, we spent all that morning glued to the television set,
watching as this terrible atrocity played out in front of our
eyes; listening as newscasters besmirched our president and came
close to calling him a coward for not returning to Washington
immediately to resume his rightful place as commander in chief;
hearing as reporters demanded answers to questions that would
clearly have revealed what would necessarily be classified information.
Finally, at noon yesterday, my husband and I got
in the car and, with heavy hearts, headed south. As we
drove, the news was no better. On September eleven, there
would be no Hollywood hero, swashbuckling his way into the cockpit
to save the day.
No, there were only ordinary American heroes who,
faced with death themselves, decided to wrest control from a
maniacal pilot and crash the rogue aircraft eighty miles short
of its intended target. And there were hundreds of other
ordinary American heroes as well, men and women who, on the streets
and in the skyscrapers of New York City, willingly put themselves
in harm's way in order to save others. Many of those brave
men and women lost their own lives as a result.
And President George
W. Bush is no less a hero. He allowed himself to be guided
by security considerations rather than some media dictated madate
that he show up and answer reporters' self-serving questions.
No, he set about putting the wheels in motion to serve and protect
this country--to care for the wounded, retrieve the dead, comfort
the living, and capture the crazed killers. He also began
laying the goundwork for the worldwide alliances that will be
necessary in order for us to win this war because believe me,
that's what this is--WAR.
We can pull ourselves up short and say "Hey,
wait a minute. What about religious freedom?"
This isn't about religion. This is about politics, cloaking
itself in religious sheep's clothing and then demanding that
we give the right to destroy us. Fortunately, I believe
we have leaders who are smart enough to see through that subterfuge.
And if we don't, God help us.
President Bush has been sneered at by the intellectual
establishment. Why wouldn't he be? He's a man of
the West, and in some people's book, that makes him little more
than a hick. Well, maybe he is a president who probably
cut his teeth on heroes like Gary Cooper and stories like High
Noon and Destry Rides Again where heroes were honorable and weren't
afraid to stand up for what was right.
But folks, this isn't a modern-day shoot-out at
OK Corral. And those who think he and the American people
don't have the "resolve" to do what needs to be done
should think again.
Today, the President of the United States went
about his work of governing this country in the face of a terrible,
unspeakable tragedy. And taking a lesson from him, I'm
going to do the same thing because what terrorists want is for
us to be immoblized by what's happened; for us to be struck dumb
and helpless by what they've managed to do and the innocents
they, as being without conscince,
have
been prepared to slaughter. And if we're immobilized, then
they've won.
And so, as I said, it's time for me to go back
to work. It's time for me to open my computer, look up
chapter 18, and finish my book, while President Bush and our
other appointed and elected leaders set about finishing theirs.
I wish them and us God's speed.