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October 26, 2006

I keep forgetting that I was a victim of attempted murder.

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t's been five years since the anthrax letter attacks on news organizations and the U.S. Senate; the anniversary was little noted. The attacks began the week after 9/11 and ended in mid-October of 2001 with the Senate attack. I happened to be across the hall from Senator Tom Daschle's office where a letter containing anthrax was opened. Like hundreds of others I was put on high-dose Cipro. That was unpleasant, but I was unharmed. Five people were killed. Their names were:

Robert Stevens of Florida
Kathy Nguyen of New York
Ottilie Lundgren of Connecticut
Thomas Morris Jr. of Washington, DC
Joseph Curseen of Washington, DC

After five years, there appear to be no promising suspects, at least as far as the public has been informed. Nobody in authority seems especially concerned about it. I often forget myself that somebody tried to kill me and thousands of others. I never got sick, probably wasn't exposed, so it has never seemed fully real. Churchill said,"There is nothing so exhilarating as to be shot at without result." He might have felt differently about an attempt on his life with microscopic spores - it's too abstract, too slow.

The false assertion that there has been no terrorist attack on American soil since 9/11 must be hurtful to the families of those who were were dealt a painful death by the anthrax terrorist(s) and to those made horribly sick and made to fear for their lives. Five years and no progress on the investgation. Maybe I'm not the only one who keeps forgetting.

Posted by TFW at October 26, 2006 6:36 PM