Friday Reflections: September 11th

I never saw the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center, I didn't visit New York until the fall of 2009. 

I have vivid memories of the events of September 11, 2001 and the days and decades that followed.  

I was producing a regional conference on grandparents and other relatives raising children. It was our third year organizing the conference and our first year at a hotel, the Holiday Inn Crown Plaza on the northside of Lexington Kentucky.  We were just finishing the opening plenary and getting ready to move into breakouts, when Dick Cullison the executive director of Legal Aid of the Bluegrass came up to the podium to announce that planes had hit the towers and little else was known. Some moved onto the scheduled sessions, some went off in search of televisions to try to see the news. I was teaching a session on elder abuse that morning, to be repeated in the afternoon. It was a strange session, with people either withdrawing or really needing to talk, to talk about anything. By lunch it was clear that it had been a four part attack, that thousands of people were dead and injured. The afternoon was surreal,  we closed out the program a couple of hours early so people could go home. 

My office was closed for two or three days. People were shell shocked. Some went to church, some drank, others took long walks. 

It was complicated.  We wanted to define an enemy that carried out the attack, but the attack had not been from a country, organized military, a definable or really identifiable force. And yet the government went in search of an enemy, and attacked two countries over a period of time, overthrowing the governments without a clear plan to replace them. The lack of a plan, often makes things worse than before. Ultimately the leader of the rebel group was found and killed, living quietly in another country, a country we never held responsible for harboring the man who ordered the attacks.  

Twenty-five years of effort, twenty-five years of grief. 

I am going to get political. 

Look Away if you are easily triggered. 

If the bastards that flew planes into the Twin Towers, the Pentagon and a farm field in Pennsylvania wanted to destroy the United States, it has taken years, but we are letting them do so.  As a country we are more divided than we have been in 50 or maybe 150 years.  The deep distrust of one another, has allowed incredible abuse by government. The fear of others has made it easy for the racists to push an agenda of racial cleansing that makes us weaker, and turns us again one another. A rising tide of isolationism, and protectionism has empowered a trade war, with global impact. Fears have destroyed religious freedoms, and caused the death of many more people. Our local police have gone from community policing initiative that were very successful, to being militarized. In many ways, all of this relates back to the shock of that attack 25 years ago. Instead of making us stronger, and uniting us, it has deepened the divides. If we are not careful, the bastards will win. 

Pearl Harbor was the defining event of my parent's generation, sadly this is ours.