Fifteen years after 911, one of those events where people will ask where were you when it occurred?
I was canoeing down the Columbia River in Washington and didn’t know until a couple of days later when I stopped at a little town by the name of George, Washington on my way home.
Rumors were flying and there was a lot of confusion and angst – conspiracy memes had already hatched and the survivors of victims were struggling with their grief and hope that a loved one somehow miraculously remained alive.
Not everything has changed though in the interim – survivors still mourn their loss, conspiracy theories still abound, first responders are dealing with related health issues, and the nation remains involved in what has become a war without end.
If you apply the axiom of six degrees of separation it’s possible that every person in this country is somehow related to those who lost their lives in the Twin Towers, and that’s a sobering thought.
Misanthropes like Ward Churchill, the wannabe ndn who often attempted to present himself as a spokesman for the nations announced that those who died somehow deserved their fate as “little Eichmanns” and then caught hell for saying so.
Deservedly, as among the victims were mothers, fathers, friends, neighbors, relatives, and grandparents as well I would think.
911 became the vehicle for the invasion of Iraq, an ill conceived attack predicated upon lies of weapons of mass destruction and the Bush administrations penchant for deception that in the end served no greater purpose than to increase terrorism.
In the aftermath the U.S has extracted it’s pound of flesh, but it has become an endless cycle of a nations own bleeding and dying on foreign soil minus what appears to be a coherent policy.
A catch twenty two where the nation is damned if they do and damned if they don’t – in this remembrance of 911 victims it is something to reflect upon.