Special Thanks

Special thanks to all who have purchased my book Titled: Face of Courage: Rise from the Rubble, those who visited www.911faceofcourage.com, those who supported me in my efforts to stop the building of the Ground Zero Mosque, and those who participate and visit this great blog. You have all given me something to strive for, God bless. Joe Cammarata

Proof of Terror ties to Ground Zero Mosque!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=M4wBsV7uePk&feature=related

Islamaphobe? – The Red Herring

The leadership behind the Ground Zero mosque, Imam Fisel Abdul Rauf claims to be moderate, he claims to be peaceful, and claims to be a bridge builder! My fellow New Yorkers , and Americans, he is a red herring, the bridges he claims to build, do appear to be sound in their construction, however, IED’S are strapped to them hidden deep, where most cannot see, waiting to explode. His funders behind the mosque at 51 Park Place NYC, at Ground Zero, are sleeper cells. Hisham El- Zanaty, Egyptian born muslim has contributed to organizations in 1999 that funded terrorists, If you fund terror, you are a terrorist, PERIOD. You are the company you keep! The group is anything but pure, the true example of a RED HERRING, they are terrorists.

What I felt the morning of 9-11-2010- 9th Anniversary

On this 9th anniverary to that horrific day, I woke with a mission. I needed to get the message out to millions of viewers on Good Day NY from the WTC site. The message would be calculated and deliberate. I notified millions of the terrorist ties that the funding behind the Mosque had, and possibly continues to have. Hashem El- Zanaty, an Eyptian born inverstor in the Mosque at 51 Park, two blocks from the WTC collapse, had funded terror networks in 1999. He infused thousands of dollars to an islamic group on U.S soil known as HLF,( Holy Land Foundation) that company was shut down quickly after the 9/11 attacks by U.S authorities and labeled a terror network. Since El-Zanaty funded terror in 1999, that makes him a terrorist who contributed to the 9/11 attacks. And we are going to let him build a Mosque in our Country?

Nine years ago…

As we quickly approach the 9th anniversary of America’s darkest day, I can’t help but reflect back on the life I had pre-September 11, 2001. Just days before the attacks, I remember thinking to myself that I had an amazing life. A good career, a healthy family and an engagement that was sure to lead to a happy marriage. But within seven short seconds, the time it took for the South Tower of the World Trade Center to fall, everything would be stripped from me. My whole life was turned asunder. I would wake the days following 9-11 with hopes that this was all a bad dream. But the grim reality quickly set in, my life was destroyed. I was buried emotionally right beside my brother Michael.

Nine years later I sit here in torment. I can’t believe how the Freedom Tower is not built. This is a major component necessary for me, and the country to heal. And, the radical extremists of the world may have an opportunity to build a mosque on what I believe to be Ground Zero.

I should be remembering Michael at this time. Counting my blessings that although nine years have passed, and Michael is gone, I am fortunate enough to have my life back. But I can’t. The pain of potentially having a retched Mosque by leadership that clearly is radical is prohibiting my celebration of recovery.

I vow to fight the suspect leadership and suspect funding behind this project for the sake of almost 3,000 souls who were laid to rest at Ground Zero.

Nine years later and this is still raw, and real. Why did God do this to me?

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Why I’m Against the Mosque at Ground Zero

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The proposed mosque at Ground Zero has sparked a heated debate in recent weeks. And Wednesday morning on WPIX New York I weighed in on the issue. I explained why I feel that no religious institution should establish a presence this close to the final resting place of so many 9/11 victims. My brother was never laid to rest in the same traditional burial process that most people have the privilege of exercising.

He went to work on the morning of 9-11-01 and his body literally vanished off the face of the earth. My top priority from 9-11 until now has been making his spirit live on. This was one of his final requests that he left behind in a letter titled: If anything was ever to happen to me.

I believe that Ground Zero is the final resting place of thousands, a true universal resting place. I also believe it is a universal house of worship and all are welcome to visit the site and pray.

Who has the right to define Ground Zero? I keep hearing people say that the Mosque is not on Ground Zero, it is two blocks away. In response to that, I feel the need to define what Ground Zero means to me and 71 percent of our nation as of today.

To me, Ground Zero is: The final resting place where human remains and debris from the 9-11 attacks were covered. Debris and human remains were not contained to parameters or one block. When those building came down, debris was scattered for several blocks. Debris that contained human remains as well. Human remains were floating through the air in the same place as the smoke was. That is what I define as Ground Zero AMERICA!

Face of Courage

Driven, committed, anxious, angry, frustrated, controlling, guilty, traumatized, haunted by flashbacks: my life is out of control. This new lifestyle of mine has drained my soul, altered the person I was over the last two and a half decades. I wouldn’t wish it on my worst enemy. Since the fall of 2001, I have not slept through the night, relentlessly haunted by thoughts of the biggest tragedy this country has ever witnessed.

Tossing and turning, cold sweats, and insomnia have become a nightly ritual because of an event that was beyond my control. Visions of the dead, burning rescue vehicles colossal in size, fire trucks with a gross vehicle weight of over 35,000 pounds, crushed like a soda can that has been compacted by a stomping foot. Remnants of bodies scattered as if discarded by a person who has carelessly littered the streets with trash. Human beings pushed to the point of making a choice: get burned by fire, suffocate by thick black smoke, or plunge over 1000 feet to their death. Massive fires began to consume surrounding buildings room by room, floor by floor. These buildings, which once stood one hundred stories tall, were reduced to sixty-foot high piles of rubble and debris. They no longer served the purpose of conducting business or as a symbol of greatness of the city, but as a crushing tomb that claimed the lives of thousands.

A tremendous feeling of helplessness started to overcome my body. I started to experience tunnel vision, everything around me was moving in slow motion. Voices were muffled, not understandable to me. How can this be happening? Where is Michael? Has anyone seen Engine 28 Ladder 11? My life at this moment, that very day, collapsed with the same crippling force as did those buildings. Every breath I took that morning after 0950 hours was thick. It felt like millions of razor blades were entering my lungs, tearing them from the inside out, burning as if they were on fire. Foreign substances have been inhaled; what will the aftereffects be? I don’t have a mask; I don’t care right now. I wanted to help people, and I wanted to find Michael.