The 15th milestone of 9/11. This is the day we begin to ask: “Where did the years go?”
We look in the mirror and wonder where that young man go who didn’t need glasses, whose hair was still dark and full, whose figure was still trim. That woman in the mirror gazes with dismay at that sagging face, the gained weight, and the relentless wrinkles.
For the children of 9/11, the future is brighter. They’re no longer the toddlers or schoolchildren wondering what was going on that beautiful Tuesday morning, why Mom look worried, or why Dad came home so late, covered in dust.
We’ve moved on. The victims of 9/11 are frozen in the time of their photographs, most taken even before 9/11, making them seem even more removed from our world, lost not only in life but in time, while we must trudge on into an increasingly changing world from the one they knew.
Back then, we had a chance of stopping our world from going to hell; only we didn’t know it was going to go to hell until the first plane struck the North Tower of the World Trade Center. By the time that same tower came crashing down, 90 minutes later, we knew.
A period of American solidarity, felt around the world, followed the tragic events. Everyone was an American in those days, even if they were a businessman from Japan or a resident of Munich, Germany. The victims were people just like us. Not heroes, exactly (although some were). Certainly not villains deserving of such a fate.
Just people going to work that day.
The Progressives were flummoxed. What to do about such solidarity? It was bad for their business. You couldn’t very well convince a people this united in freedom that they were “victims” of Capitalism’s voracious, cold-hearted “greed.” They couldn’t be convinced that their boring, bourgoise lives were meaningless under Capitalism. Tell that to the families of the victims of 9/11 or the survivors.
Not only were their lives not meaningless, but envied in the suburbs of New Jersey, Long Island, and Westchester and Rockland counties. To have a job in the World Trade Center was quite a distinction. Even if you were “only” a janitor or a file clerk, you were a janitor or a file clerk in the World Trade Center! To say nothing of the working class cops, firefighters, and first responders on and off-duty that day who answered the 10-alarm fire that day in New York.
If they’d had a choice, who among them wouldn’t have given everything for that chance to return home to the “bourgoise” lives they led, which the Marxist condemned? Lives of family gatherings, birthdays, anniversaries, mowing the lawn, washing the dishes, cooking the dinner, helping with the homework, doing the laundry, shopping for groceries.
What if they never marched in a Progressive rally to agitate for this cause or proselytize for that cause? What if they never did anything more than vote in one election a year, or every four years. So what? They lived lives of peace and contentment. They went to church or synagogue, donated to charities. Some, no doubt, volunteered to help the homeless or worked a soup kitchen on Thanksgiving. Others didn’t. And so what if they didn’t? If that wasn’t enough, too bad.
They led lives of peace and that’s about as good a thing as you can say about anyone. Isn’t peace what it’s supposed to be all about? Still, they died in violence and horror because a group of men on the other side of the ocean had an axe to grind. These radical Islamists couldn’t stand the notion of Americans living in peace and prosperity when others weren’t. Neither could American Progressives or their propagandist media. But they had to keep quiet during the period of mourning. Hillary Clinton and gang of like-minded 9/11 families prevented Pres. George W. Bush from speaking during either the 1st or 2nd anniversary of 9/11. Politics had entered the fray.
Hillary Clinton who, on a 9/11 anniversary ten years after the event, would ignore the pleas of the Libyan Ambassador Christopher Stevens for more security at the Benghazi consulate. Instead of ordering immediate help, Clinton passed the buck and blamed the attacks (albeit at the insistence of Obama, a decidedly Marxist president) on a vague video. Stevens and three others died.
Only when the e-mails were leaked did America learn the truth. Clinton has now “disavowed” that she ever believed the attacks were the result of anti-Islamic video and that she “knew” it was a terrorist attack. If so, why didn’t she order the military to rescue our stranded ambassador? Why didn’t she advise Obama, whose ultimate responsibility as commander-in-chief it was.
During the first anniversary, Clinton and her 9/11 mob accused Pres. Bush of “politicizing” 9/11 by coming to speak at Ground Zero. Yet, on this 9/11 anniversary, she had the gall to place a political advertisement (or her PAC did so for her) attacking her opponent (and Fox News had the indiscretion to air it, even before the last bell – to signify when the North Tower feel – was rung).
She was at today’s 9/11 ceremony, wearing her angry face. But according to Fox News, at least two sources reported that she was forced to leave early due to “a medical emergency” in which her “knees buckled” and she “fainted.” It’s a fair and relatively cool, breezy day here in the metro New York area. Humanity requires us to pray for her. No one would want to be that ill or see anyone else in that condition.
Humililty requires her to face up to the truth. If she does not, then it is up to Congress and/or the F.B.I. to see that justice is done, for the sake of those who died in Benghazi and all those extraordinarily ordinary people who died on September 11, 2001 in New York City, Washington, D.C., and Shanksville, Pa.