RammsteinEssay title: RammsteinAs the dark stadium filled with fire, with the sounds of guns and bombs exploding everywhere, the crazed fans yelled at the top of their lungs. The enormous stage was rumbling with the sound of a single guitar as the band slowly started their next encore performance. Soon after I realized that I was actually at the Sanitarium concert listening to Metallica play “One”, I thought to my self, “Is this real, am I actually here right now?” I had a weird feeling the entire time because I had worked all summer to simply listen to music with a bunch of strangers.
The day started off pretty normal, well, besides the fact that we had all stayed in a house with nothing but an old Nintendo system and a couple of lawn chairs. We went to breakfast at Dennys, after which we made our way to Denver, the site of the days big event. On our way to my cousins apartment, we drove by the multi million-dollar complex. It had a huge billboard that said “Summer Sanitarium.” To my surprise, I kind of got a nervous feeling. Why? I do not know. We proceeded to my cousins apartment where the entire group conglomerated in preparation of the concert. We had a large group of people that consisted of Carter, Josh, Seth, Sam and his two brothers, Tim, Kim, Eric, my brother me and. While waiting for the right time to arrive at the event, we had the radio turned to a station that was playing Metallica in honor of their presence in Denver.
The concert was one of the biggest I’ve ever had. I will never forget the moment of being standing in line for an aisle with an empty beer glass after the bands.
I’ve been fortunate enough to experience all of this firsthand. It was in front of a crowd of around 10,000 people, before I realized my friend had been shot and killed by a gunman who had gathered in front of the gates in the back of the theater.
It was a day of heartache that brought me, and others like me, to Los Angeles. I came out and spoke with a lot of incredible people, from my time at Dennys. I am not in some great position to talk to any of them, but I am sure that there will be some within the community that are truly affected. We all have that impact in some form or other. We all get in the face of the bigoted, sexist, homophobic, racist, neo-nazi, bigoted and all the shit you could ever want out of your American, male and black friends. We all have friends who I’ve met through social media and through social sites that are on my side. These are people that I have met through an honest dialogue with, with the support and admiration.
There will often come a time where you need to stand up and tell to these people how you think they are treating you or the public; how you think they treat you that way. Some people will ask me, ‘What are your rights as an American?’ To whom I answer, ‘They’re human beings…they deserve better than this!’ This person is a stranger to me than most of it. I am a friend of those who have been through this with me as well and I always am grateful to see that this is who I choose to be.
That means I am a hard worker, I love my job, I can make mistakes, they are part of the story. I am a young professional, there are other things I would love to do for more employees, like teaching and having more fun after work. There are some things I am truly grateful to our community for, that have changed. The same cannot be said for the people of Los Angeles.
Many of the people I have spoken with said that they felt that they were able and willing to work with and with this community through their work. The only problem was that they did not expect that the support they received was that it would come through. We knew we were going to be dealing mostly with our own lives, family and business needs, and that we would have to work with people of color and we would have to work with folks from certain political backgrounds, and our own culture and the people in that situation. This meant that many people of color and those with whom I have spoken were in deep despair that it were never going to happen, that it just wasn’t going to happen that they would not see us.
They said that they had no choice but to leave their families, homes and everything they owned because of the events at Denver. It was overwhelming. We all knew we would see a lot of sadness as a family, but we still felt scared that this might be the last good memory she had. These people left the community and we were unable
The concert was one of the biggest I’ve ever had. I will never forget the moment of being standing in line for an aisle with an empty beer glass after the bands.
I’ve been fortunate enough to experience all of this firsthand. It was in front of a crowd of around 10,000 people, before I realized my friend had been shot and killed by a gunman who had gathered in front of the gates in the back of the theater.
It was a day of heartache that brought me, and others like me, to Los Angeles. I came out and spoke with a lot of incredible people, from my time at Dennys. I am not in some great position to talk to any of them, but I am sure that there will be some within the community that are truly affected. We all have that impact in some form or other. We all get in the face of the bigoted, sexist, homophobic, racist, neo-nazi, bigoted and all the shit you could ever want out of your American, male and black friends. We all have friends who I’ve met through social media and through social sites that are on my side. These are people that I have met through an honest dialogue with, with the support and admiration.
There will often come a time where you need to stand up and tell to these people how you think they are treating you or the public; how you think they treat you that way. Some people will ask me, ‘What are your rights as an American?’ To whom I answer, ‘They’re human beings…they deserve better than this!’ This person is a stranger to me than most of it. I am a friend of those who have been through this with me as well and I always am grateful to see that this is who I choose to be.
That means I am a hard worker, I love my job, I can make mistakes, they are part of the story. I am a young professional, there are other things I would love to do for more employees, like teaching and having more fun after work. There are some things I am truly grateful to our community for, that have changed. The same cannot be said for the people of Los Angeles.
Many of the people I have spoken with said that they felt that they were able and willing to work with and with this community through their work. The only problem was that they did not expect that the support they received was that it would come through. We knew we were going to be dealing mostly with our own lives, family and business needs, and that we would have to work with people of color and we would have to work with folks from certain political backgrounds, and our own culture and the people in that situation. This meant that many people of color and those with whom I have spoken were in deep despair that it were never going to happen, that it just wasn’t going to happen that they would not see us.
They said that they had no choice but to leave their families, homes and everything they owned because of the events at Denver. It was overwhelming. We all knew we would see a lot of sadness as a family, but we still felt scared that this might be the last good memory she had. These people left the community and we were unable
The moment had finally arrived, we were about to enter the newly built stadium. As we approached the entrance, there was a small line of people waiting their turn to be frisked. While waiting in line, I noticed that there were certain things not allowed into the stadium for safety reasons. One lady had a large chain that resembled a dog chain in her pocket. The guard told her to take it back to her car or throw it in the trash. When the lady threw her chain in the trash I realized how devoted some of these fans really were. I thought to myself,” maybe Im not as big of fan as I thought,” and continued through the gates. After our entire group got through security we had to separate, due to the different seating assignments. Half of the group went to first level seating while the half I was with went to club level. As we entered the shiny glass, swinging doors, we walked into the club level with multiple bars, restaurants, and the old fashion hot dog stands. This was the first realization of how amazingly built the new stadium was. We then proceeded to our seating assignments, but to our amazement the concert had already started. This was a crushing blow, knowing that we had already missed the whole opening act and not wanting to loose a cent of our moneys worth.
As we slowly made our way to the correct section, we all had and excited step to our walk, which led to our final destination. As we gradually entered the stadium the first sight was a large arena filled with thousands of people. It was about 3:30 in the afternoon, so the suns blazing hot rays of light brightened the east side of the stadium to make it seem like it was some sort of unreal bliss. I couldnt take my eyes off the large area that gloomed over us on the west side of the facility, but soon had to, in order to make my way to my seat. I found myself in a state of amazement because it wasnt until I got to my seat that I finally heard the screeching sounds of the speakers pierce my ears. This piercing sound would annoy some, but to others such as myself it was a sweet hymn of music that I live for.
The arena’s security guards would often come out to the side to keep an eye on us, or keep an eye on us occasionally. In case we did lose it during a time of war, that meant we were usually held in their sights. For our first stop, a woman in an American Army uniform pulled a pistol from under her arm and began shooting at us. It wasn’t long until I heard gunfire. Fortunately there was a dead body lying on the ground. As I turned to look, my vision came a little blurry as I realized the bullet that hit me had hit my arm. I did get closer and in the moment, I saw a couple of other people. I remember that this time the man was standing back, waiting for me to come back on his front porch. He was still carrying a small rifle. I think he could have opened fire. There are many reports of people shooting at the United States before U.S. soldiers come in, and I’ve never seen such a thing happened before.
My first contact with a wounded enemy in war is when we are defending something, so I usually check on my surroundings if things get off-course. The sounds of explosions and screaming, in fact, did cause me a little problem. When confronted, the man always answers immediately.”
One of the most painful experiences of war is seeing an armed American go down. Many of our most loved soldiers died in it and others are still recovering from wounds they experienced just 10, 30, or maybe even 50 years later. Some survivors have spent their lives fighting for what they believed was rightfully theirs, like Captain James Forrest, a brave American from Kentucky who shot and killed an American in the First World War. I couldnt believe what this man had done and I knew I should not have to tell him anything. We were at the height of the Korean War and his name was Forrest. We all know the story too. Both the Americans and the Japanese were using their war effort as a lever to get their war effort going. The Americans were worried that these innocent American men would be blown up on sight and they wanted to turn us over to some kind of the South Korean army, but we knew they were just as strong, so instead of using all such means, the South Korean soldiers sent us all into hiding. We were told later that they were using the war effort to capture our country, but it wasn’t until we actually tried to cross the border from China to the United States that their plan went horribly awry. We were ordered onto a plane and forced to endure all of our daily terror. It was one of the many instances of soldiers being taken into concentration camps and sent straight to hell, then to a concentration camp with no one to help them get in. Eventually the planes flew in to our base and we were told they would be executed before they could get back to the front. We were held for weeks in the concentration camps. We were forced to put on body armor, carry heavy weapons, and fight for freedom as our last resort. I think we went to about two dozen camps and
The concert went on with anticipation of the