September 11, 2013—the twelfth
anniversary of the 9/11 terrorist attack on New York City.
Many people have been posting
images of gently rippling American flags or upright parallel lines representing
the demolished twin towers of the World Trade Center. They all seem to embrace this simple phrase:
“Never Forget.”
Never forget? Any American who was over the age of eight in
2001 will never forget that day. (I was eight years old when JFK was assassinated,
and it’s one of the clearest memories of my childhood.) So let’s assume that none of us will forget
the fear and horror we felt on 9/11/2001, aided by dumbstruck media that could
think of nothing to do but play the most frightening images of the attack over
and over and over to a disbelieving, mesmerized public. Those images are branded on our collective
subconscious.
So why this persistent
admonition to “Never forget?”
Seriously, there are things
about that day and the months following that I would be more than happy to
forget. I would love to forget the
anger, the wrath, the bloodlust, the mindless quest for revenge that gripped
the American people in the aftermath of the attack. A bloodlust egged on by a ruthless regime
with a secret agenda, a regime that could barely refrain from licking its lips
that world events had played so conveniently into its hand. A quest for revenge brought to a fever pitch
by media addicted to all things sensational and controversial—exploiting anything
possible to make a buck. A demand for vengeance
that spurred us to assault and destroy a country that had nothing to do with
those responsible for the attack on our soil.
I would love to forget the
in-your-face nationalism that spread across America, the kind that made you
stop and look over your shoulder before you expressed anything that might
possibly be construed as “traitorous” if there were strangers within
earshot.
I would love to forget the
post-9/11 canonization of George W. Bush as the “War President,” and the
carte-blanche handed his administration by an American people desperate for
moral leadership in a time of national crisis.
Bush and his cronies so failed in this regard that it hardly bears
thinking about, much less never forgetting.
I would love to forget that 9/11 was a key
tool used by nefarious forces to exaggerate opposing opinions among the
American electorate, and to ramp up the volume and violence of the political
rhetoric across a widening ideological divide between “right” and “left.”
Looking now at these things I
would love to forget…I realize that these are indeed the aspects of the 9/11
tragedy that America at large has
forgotten. And that these…THESE are the
things that we must not forget.
Because these are the mistakes we made, blinded by shock and sorrow and
anger. Understandable mistakes. Forgivable mistakes. But only forgivable if we do not forget, so
that we do not make the same mistakes again.
As for the anniversary, in
addition to “never forgetting” the blunders we made as a nation and a society
in the aftermath of 9/11, why not choose “honor?”
Honor the dead.
Honor the heroes.
Honor those who came together
to try to heal the great pain of a battered city, of a wounded nation.
If we elect to “honor” anniversaries
such as this, we stand a better chance of learning, of growing, indeed of surviving as a nation.
Let us choose honor.