Somebody sent me this after one of the terrorist attacks. It's a poem called Good Bones by Maggie Smith. The last part of it goes, "Life is short and the world is at least half terrible and for every kind stranger there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I'm trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor walking you through a real hell hole chirps on about good bones. This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful?”
The terrorist group Hizb al-Shahid has only been in existence for a short time, but has already perpetrated countless acts of violence across the globe including setting off a dirty bomb in Virginia. My family was at ground zero during the attack and because of that I wondered if I was the right person to stand here today and ask you for your help. Is it too personal? And then I realized, yes, it is personal to me, and to every single one of us. Because the principal at the core of the United Nations is that all people, regardless of race, color, or creed, deserve to live lives of peace, free from the tyranny of sudden violence.