Few people may recall that September 11, 2001 was supposed to be the day of a New York City mayoral election. Rudolph Giuliani was coming to the end of his second term and his successor was to be chosen on the day 19 Muslim mass-murderers decided to crash jet airliners into the World Trade Center’s twin towers, along with the Pentagon and the U.S. Capitol in Washington (passengers prevented Flight 93 from reaching its target).
The election was rescheduled, and Michael Bloomberg was elected. In a city that was the scene of the worst act of terrorism on U.S. soil, claiming thousands of lives, he devoted his three terms to policing the size of fountain drinks New Yorkers could buy.
His successor, Bil de Blasio — murderer of groundhogs — is now on a crusade to eliminate private property and personal autonomy in the city.
What the hell are we as Americans to make of this?
I’m sorry, this probably isn’t the kind of remembrance post you were expecting. Fortunately, not everyone is a New Yorker.
Addendum: Officially, September 11 is a national day of remembrance, called “Patriot Day,” which you know damn well people call “Patriots’ Day,” which already exists. I’ve never understood why it is at all appropriate to call 9/11 Patriot Day. We might as well call December 7 “Flag Day.”
You’ll notice the name we give to December 7 is utterly free of euphemism: it’s “Pearl Harbor Day.” That’s because back then people knew what was needed to honor the American patriots who fell on that Sunday morning — we went out and won the damned war. After we got through with Germany and Japan, the belief systems that turned them into our enemies had been dismantled and discredited.
The victims of 9/11 deserved no less. Does it really feel to you as if we’ve done it?