revenge
I don't want revenge. I don't want recompense. I'm not even sure I want "justice". I want whomever they are to take responsibility for the actions taken today.
I want them to come and clean up the messes they've made. To breath the greasy smoke of jet fuel. To fill their lungs with the concrete dust that covers an entire island. To pull from the tons of scorched metal and cement the remains of the people whose only fault was to go in to work on time today.
I want them to go and work in the hospitals and tend to those who bodies have been burned all over, or who are dying from lack of blood, or who have been hit by shrapnel, falling debris, or have been wounded in the evacuations. I want them to go out and explain to those injured who have had to be turned away from overflowing facilities why they cannot be treated.
I want them to go to the families and children of those on the planes and apologize for the deaths that shouldn't have happened and explain to those children just why they are going to be growing up without a mother or father. To apologize to the relatives of those who, possibly for the first time, went to the Trade Center as tourists to see the marvels of feeling on top of the world.
—Wapiko on the Avalon Forum
This is more resounding than anything I could say right now.