New York City, Bali share grief

New York City, Bali share grief

Damaso Reyes, Contributor, The Jakarta Post, Kuta, Bali

A few weeks ago, for the second time in as many years, I found
myself walking through the scene of a terrorist attack. The
second was here in Bali, a place I had always associated with
peace and paradise, someplace I wanted to make home. The first,
in New York, came as much as a surprise to us as it did to the
Balinese.

As I walked down Jl. Legian and through the scene, it struck
me how similar the sites were, the twisted metal, the background
of broken facades against charred and mangled cars. Even the
smell brought back memories of that warm day in September last
year when I woke to the destruction of two buildings that had
been erected before my birth and that I was sure would continue
to cast shadows long after I had found my peace. Walking down the
street with my friend Christine, she noted how much the scene
reminded her of being in Latin America. I replied that after the
last two years terrorism had no boundaries, that it no longer
could be confined or categorized.

As one man I recently interviewed said when speaking of the
effects of the attacks on the Balinese and expatriate
communities: "we have been struck by the same arrows."

What amazed me in New York over a year ago was how quickly and
strongly people came together to help one another. Here in Bali
the response was the same. From offers of blood and money to time
and energy in the form of volunteers. If the terrorists behind
Sept. 11th and Oct. 12th wished to divide people, to use fear and
anger as a tool to separate their intended targets, the response
of New Yorkers and Balinese, of Americans and Indonesians, proved
how wrong was their idea.

In New York, somewhere perceived by many as a city without a
soul, churches, synagogues and mosques were filled to capacity.
Here in Bali, a place renowned for its spirituality, one cannot
walk down the street without stepping over an offering left in a
doorway, a gift of atonement, a chance to cleanse the spirit of
pain and anger.

Walking down Jl. Legian reminded me of walking down West
Broadway that bright fall morning that had started out with so
much promise, that day when the streets were white with what one
could only wish was snow. We have all been struck by the same
arrows.