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Friday, September 11, 2009

9/11, Just Another Day

It is that time of year again when flags fly at half staff and faces are lowered. When wreaths are tossed on the barren ground and the passing of a plane overhead meets with ominous dread. September is the cruelest month, the end of summer, when light fades and darkness comes early, shadows creeping through the concrete canyons with the cold eastern wind.

Once again we remember the dead. Those who have died that terrible day, bodies falling through the air, choking on smoke and fumes in offices, or killed in an instant when metal met metal and became flame... and those who are still dying today on battlefields a thousand miles apart and in hospitals of undiagnosed health problems. Their absence burns a hole in our hearts, like the massive pit north of Liberty Street and west of Broadway where the great towers once stood.

On line at a department store, the cashier promises delivery by the next day. "What day is that," the man asks. "September 11th, a day no one can forget, " the cashier replies. "Of course not," the man says, "it's my father's birthday." A day. Memorial Day, once Decoration Day. Armistice Day now Veteran's Day. Labor Day. Martin Luther King Day, Father's Day and Mother's Day and President's Day. So many days in which we remember, and so many more days in which we forget. September 11th is swiftly becoming another "Day". A day of lip service for politicians and brief mourning. Watch our leader take the wreath he is given, freeze for a second to let the photographers capture the perfect pose, and toss it away. Just another day.

"Where were you when the attacks happened," some ask, the way people asked, "Where we you when JFK was shot." As if it is so important to capture that moment of dislocation when the world changed around you and when life was certain to never be the same again. But people are resilient and life has a way of snapping back into focus, even if isn't the life it's supposed to be. The right question to ask is not, where were you on that day, but where are you now? Where are we now?

The towers are unbuilt and the war is unfinished. After eight years, no one expects either to happen anymore. The site of Ground Zero has become a permanent construction site with no way forward. And the War on Terror has stumbled into a dead end with all the talk being not of how will we win, but how will we withdraw. How fast can we get out of this and make it all go away.

The left already has the answer. Just give it a day. Toss the wreaths and bow your heads if you must on, but move on. Forget what happened and turn it into a day of good feelings. Give blood, pick up trash in the park and volunteer for disadvantaged youth. Pat yourself on the back. You've done your part. You deserve it. The dead are dead, the war is lost, and all you can do is try to make the world a better place by serving and hoping and changing. Here, have a logo.

But let us walk another way for a moment. Let us loosen our grip on the America of 2009, the country of climbing deficits and unemployment, that banked on hope until hope failed, that changed only to realize that it didn't want to change after all. Forget the glut of reality shows and talking heads. The congealed wisdom of eight years of editorial writers, shouting pundits and dueling campaign slogans. Let go of the future for a moment and walk back in time to 2001.

This is the way we're going. And this is the place. The millennium, both of them are past. The era of the Clinton Administration has passed, but its miasma lingers. Most people still have opinions on Impeachment. Touched by an Angel and Who Wants to be a Millionaire are on the air. Everyone knows that the internet is set to change everything, but they aren't sure exactly how. Dot Com businesses are hot and geeks are riding around in Porsches. The Musketeer tops the box office. The Chandra Levy case is in the news. Americans are by large comfortable and relaxed. The Cold War is over. There's nothing left to do but cash in and enjoy life. Build up your CD collection. Buy better furniture. Invest in the right Dot.com. But we are at the corner now. This is where we turn the corner. And around the corner is where the world ends. At least for a little while.

Walk now through streaming curtains of ash, through fragments of charred office memos and human skin, through the snow that came early to September that year, through the rubble in Washington D.C. and the broken aluminum fragments lining the crater in a Pennsylvania field. Pass now along Liberty Street again, turn now past the cafe chairs dusted with ash snow, stopped cars and human chaos. Look up into the sky and watch. Watch it carefully because it is both a beginning and an ending. What is beginning and what is ending? That is up to you, up to all of us to decide.

For the last eight years our leaders have made more wrong decisions, than right. They were never able to turn that corner and break with the liberal political dogmas that mandate nation building over national defense, that say that the lives of their citizens are worth no more than anyone else's life, and that protecting America is no excuse for hurting a terrorist's feelings. The question is whether we will be able to turn that corner before it is too late.

On 9/11 we did not turn the corner. We were forced around it, dragged around it, by the brutal atrocities committed by a small group that is only a finger of the vast dark hand sweeping across the globe. Some of us woke up and rushed toward the rubble and the smoke, some hurried back the other way, away from all the disturbance eager to leave the memory of it behind. And that is where we are now.

The enemy we have fought for eight years is only the most brutal, radical and impatient part of the horde that is breaking across England, Sweden, France, Israel, Thailand, the Philippines, Kenya and Somalia. The thousands dead on 9/11 and the thousands more dead since then, are only a small down payment on the horrors to come.

While we spend fortunes to build nations, the horde is building its own nations in the cities of Europe and in the old manufacturing centers of America, in Gaza and in the south of Thailand. Their nations are not concerned with electricity or democracy. The ballot box is no different to them than a box of bullets, all tools to leverage in order to gain dominance and power. And though most of us may not understand the war or even be aware of the war, the war goes on.

It is not only a war fought with falling towers. It is also a war fought with billboards and acid to the face, with bribes carefully dispensed and with smuggling operations moving cigarettes, slaves and heroin across borders. It is a war fought with Fatwahs and the severed heads of schoolgirls. It is fought with polygamy and pregnancies. With IED's and soft spoken words about the Religion of Peace. And on every front we are losing the war, for the simple reason that we refuse to fight.

And so America turns away from the falling ash and the horror. From the covered heads, the flames and the grinning killers. There are new movies and new TV shows to watch. New furniture to buy. New distractions and new escapes. The America of 2009 is poorer and weaker, but it is not so different, it is still trying to escape from History, capital H, by resorting to history, small h. As if a nation can be great and not assailed by foes. As if a nation can be strong and rich without inspiring greed and hate. As if a superpower can stand between two fires, pacifying those who hate it and still having plenty for itself. As if there is any escape from the real world... just waiting around the corner.

Two kinds of peoples lose wars. Those who lack the physical resources to defeat their enemies and those who lack the cultural resources to defeat them. We do not lack the physical resources, but our culture is the culture of the ostrich, a head stuck inside a television set and a body left vulnerable to whoever will have it. We have come to believe that compassion is more important than justice, sensitivity is more important than truth, and that if we fight for ourselves, then we are always wrong. Our moral high ground has becoming a sinking island topped by a white flag.

There is one thing and only one thing alone that we can do to survive. Turn the corner. For G-d's sake, turn the corner. The ostrich is an endangered bird in the Middle East where sticking your head in the sand is no defense against those who would chop it off. Soon it will be an endangered bird everywhere else. There is no escape from those who would kill us, but that we kill them first. The failure to understand that is the failure to survive.

It is now 8:46 AM on September 11, 2009. Eight years to the minute when the inescapable choice was put before every single American. Turn the corner before it is too late.

9 comments:

Eden said...

Thank you for writing this piece.
I read your blog every day.
I watched the events of 9/11 unfold from moments after the first plane hit until the towers fell. I watched it unfold on a TV that was in the supply closet of my children's Jewish Day School in Atlanta. I watched with other Jews and when the plane hit the Pentagon, everyone said "The Arabs" It has to be the Arabs. Never forget that day, never forget every day since from the beheading of Daniel Pearle to the brutal torture of the young handsome French Jew in France,or the honor killings, or the young people who were killed in Iran.
Turn the corner!!!

Marlene Weingart
Roswell GA
fmwein1@charter.net

Sultan Knish said...

Thank you for reading Marlene, and for turning the corner with us.

Lemon said...

It will be just another day if men like Obama and his friends have any say.
They dispise America and 9 11 means nothing to them .

Anonymous said...

Love your comments-am a daily reader from the windy city of ozero and his cronies.
Thanks for your wise words. God Bless America. Am heading to Millenium Park for a rally -taking back America. Stand Strong and Turn the Corner-good marching orders.

Anonymous said...

Amen.
But, I don't see anyone turning the corner, quite the contrary. Europe is sinking faster & faster - an accelerated decline into barbarism, and voluntarily at that.
America is following along in Europe's footsteps led by a creepy narcissist & fraud.
Look at the charade now taking place with Iran. The headlines have become an exercise in surrealism. In all liklihood, the next 9/11 will be nuclear.

Anonymous said...

Read this blog often and from being a dyed in the wool liberal in 2001 who believed all are equal, I've educated myself about Islam and one or two other things, Cuiltural Marxism especially. I think the west is commiting suicide, tolerating Islam is just one part of it. Look at every western nation - and I include Israel - and you will see the same game being played. We're in a desperate, desperate situation and most of our people have no idea what horrors are coming.

9/11 is something I'll never forget and I will never forgive.

Best regards

Proud Brit.

Sultan Knish said...

Thank you all, stand strong

Keli Ata said...

In 2001 most Americans didn't think we had anything to worry about or fight.

In 2009 we're in a fight for our lives.

mikeT said...

I remenber the day very well
Sorin M., my next door neighbor at work, called me in to see the pictures coming over on his black and white t.v. of the first airplane hit..

We both watched and saw the second hit in real time.

We worked at the Patent Office in Givat Sha-ool in Jerusalem and
it was towards the end of the first year of the second intifda after the failed talks of Clinton,Arafat and Ehud Barak the prior summer.

We both felt that it was the work of that it was the work
of Arabs. We had been thru a year of violence and had seen what they are capable of.

2002 was still before us, the bombing of the Hotel in Natanya on Passover... and George Bush repeating again and again that Israel has a right to defend herself, before Sharon finally acted and entered the West Bank cities.

MikeT
jerusalem, Israel

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