All My Life I Have Been A

I Do Not Believe In God, Angels And The Hereafter.

Young People, Some Of Whom Are Not Born Into The Faith, Are Being Fired Up By Preachers Using Basic Islamic Scripture And Mobilized To Wage Jihad By Radical Imams Who Represent Themselves As Legitimate Muslim Clergymen.

This Was Not An Attack By A Mentally Deranged, Lone-wolf Gunman. This Was Not An 'un-islamic' Attack By A Bunch Of Thugs - The Perpetrators Could Be Heard Shouting That They Were Avenging The Prophet Muhammad. Nor Was It Spontaneous. It Was Planned To Inflict Maximum Damage, During A Staff Meeting, With Automatic Weapons And A Getaway Plan. It Was Designed To Sow Terror, And In That It Has Worked.

In The Real World, Equal Respect For All Cultures Doesn't Translate Into A Rich Mosaic Of Colorful And Proud Peoples Interacting Peacefully While Maintaining A Delightful Diversity Of Food And Craftwork. It Translates Into Closed Pockets Of Oppression, Ignorance, And Abuse.

It Was Friday, July 24, 1992, When I Stepped On The Train. Every Year I Think Of It. I See It As My Real Birthday: The Birth Of Me As A Person, Making Decisions About My Life On My Own. I Was Not Running Away From Islam, Or To Democracy. I Didn't Have Any Big Ideas Then. I Was Just A Young Girl And Wanted Some Way To Be Me; So I Bolted Into The Unknown.