Recently, I wondered about the fact that the memory of 9/11 is still so raw and unprocessed that I'm not ready to deal with any work of fiction about it. And I don't know when I will be.
Even today, six years later, I feel mostly anger and frustration about the anniversary.
At the moment - and it may change as the day progesses - I am frustrated that the battle lines aren't more clearly drawn, and I'm angry at the many many naïve idiots who still think there is any legitimacy to the movement that put the airplanes into the towers, the Pentagon, and the Pennsylvania field.
I'm frustrated that these days a brilliant general is reporting to Congress that while the United States is - finally! - developing effective counterinsurgency tactics, the political situation in Iraq is showing very little promise; that the Taliban in Afghanistan is finding renewed strength, that Pakistan recently demostrated how undemocratic it still is, that the US has close to exhausted its military reserves, and that we are actually dealing with torture (torture!) as a method employed by the good guys.
I am angry at how public opinion is confused about the nature of terrorism, that the cowardice of so many opinion leaders has given rise to bigotry.
This was the Day the World Shrank. Whether we liked or not, medieval tribal conflicts spread to our backyards, killed our neighbors, sent our cousins into war.
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Posted by: audrianafr | December 13, 2009 at 08:50 PM