I have recovered from my dark mood yesterday. It is politics. It can drown you if you don’t go up for air enough.
So today is some sort of anniversary? I can hardly elicit strong feelings for today. So we were attacked six years ago. How many times have we attacked other countries with much more devastating results?
How many people die from drowning in the US each year? About 3500.
How many people died in 9/11? 2973.
Okay, that’s not fair, because drownings tend to be accidental, while 9/11 was on purpose, but do you get where I’m going here? I guess a better analogy would be to compare it to Pearl Harbor(ask the PNAC). I remember what day the attack was on , but I suspect this has more to do with the fact that I had an old advent calendar when I was growing up, and we always put the little yellow plastic fighter plane on the seventh. But a day of rememberence? What does that mean?
I feel horrible for all the Americans who lost their lives on September 11. I also feel horrible about the wholesale slaughter of people in Iraq. (And Rwanda, and Palestine, and Israel, and many other terrible places as well.) Nationalistic fervor is the only thing that sets the 9/11 deaths apart from any other group of 3,000 people. And that fervor has been exploited at every turn.
So forgive me if I don’t feel particularly sad today. Every day is the anniversary of something horrible that politicians have used to their advantage. Let’s find something to be thankful for today, instead of dredging up the murky past.
(I wish I could remember the story behind that picture. I think it is an entire French town in WWI. Bunker Mentality…)