Saturday, September 15, 2007

Remembering September 11.

I've been kind of avoiding this topic because I didn't want to wade into the fray, but I've been increasingly miffed at the suggestions that, because life does not grind to a halt, Americans are supposedly not remembering September 11. (You notice how I say "September 11" instead of "9/11"? That's because I find a catchy gimmick, whether it be "9/11" or "Patriot Day," to recall the date disrespectful.)

During September 11 and the days after, many Americans were suffering from Post Traumatic Shock Disorder. Folks in NYC who had witnessed the tragedy, emergency workers who had lost many of their co-workers, families who had lost loved ones - all felt the weight of the horror directly. But others who witnessed the crash and the collapse of the Towers on television, who saw the people jumping in desperation, who saw the ash-covered people staggering from the nearby buildings, also were tremendously affected. We watched the footage over and over, we listened to 9-1-1 calls on CNN, we saw the shock and loss on the faces of people who were plastering walls with pictures of their missing loved ones in the hopes that they might be in a hospital somewhere, that they might be safe.

And eventually, the impact of this horrible event on the American public was so great that psychologists began appearing on CNN and other news stations, warning us to turn off the footage, telling us that, indeed, witnessing these events and thinking about them to such an extent could produce psychological problems in even those who were far away from New York, who had no connection to the people in the Towers.

The impact on the nation was so great that the rest of the world began sending us emails of support. I was on several academic listservs then, and each one received both official emails from academic organizations and schools abroad and also personal notes from individuals outside the U.S. (Remember that? When the world was on our side? Before we mucked it up?)

But even then, there were people who confused jingoism with patriotism, who thought that in order to remember properly, we needed to invoke the flag, and God, and who knows what else. It wasn't enough to be struck and affected and saddened and thoughtful. We had to be these things in a particular way. We had to be vengeful. We had to want to "kick ass" in return.

Even now, the tragedy is not over for many people who were affected directly by September 11. As Michael Moore's new film shows us, clean-up workers are suffering serious health impairment as a result of breathing toxic dust at Ground Zero - and beyond. Perhaps a more effective way to remember September 11 would be, not by lowering a flag, but by making a donation to the workers and their families, or by petitioning one's representative in Congress to pass legislation that would help Americans to get affordable, quality health care.

And now, the complaints about "forgetting" September 11 seem to hinge on whether or not a flag is lowered to half-mast, or whether or not we are judged to be accurately reflecting upon it.

As were many of you, I was one who watched the Towers collapse on television. I was glued to the set for the next week. I began to not be able to sleep. I began to not be able to eat. I was pregnant at the time, and I began to have serious reservations about the kind of world I was bringing my baby into. I have no desire to immerse myself again in the kind of despair and grief that gripped this country in those days. Nor do I see a solution in hoisting a flag and singing "God Bless America." I see a solution in moving forward, in reaching out to my neighbor and offering a hand. It may be trite, but that is how alliances are made. I will never forget what happenend that day, and, while I prefer not to dwell on it, I will never need ceremony, whether it be renaming the day or lowering a flag, to help me remember.


~*~Esmerelda~*~ said...

That is why I did not write about it at all. I have not been anywhere near Wall Street, or Battery Park, or "Ground Zero" since. I remember when it happened. I am lucky; none of my friends or family where there, but we lost track of three of the people I worked with for two days. It was scary not knowing where they were. All modes of communication were tied up, and it was hard for those of us so geographically close to get through and stay through on land and cell phone lines. I was so frustrated because there were no radios or tvs at work, and we kept losing feeds on the internet. The worst thing, the thing that haunts me, is that one of my coworkers who lived in the city, could see the towers clearly from his apartment was on the phone getting his client list for the day when it happened. We put him on speaker phone, and he told us all he was seeing. It was all pretty matter of fact until his voice changed and he said "OH MY GOD, PEOPLE ARE JUMPING, I CAN SEE THEM FALLING, OH MY GOD!!!!" I still hear it in my head.

Anonymous said...

I don't know how "9/11" is a catchy gimick to remember the date, but "September 11" is not. They are both the date, but anyway.
Ever since then, it does kind of seem like the date *is* the actual event. On anniversaries since, to say, "Today's September 11th" does subconsiously feel like you are saying, it's THAT DAY again, and the events are happening again. Don't know how else to describe it.
I forgot that yeah, you must have been pregnant at the time of the attacks. Five months, right? That had to have been horrible.

Plain(s)feminist said...

Lana -
That is awful.

Danielle -
Because "9/11" is playing on "911," as in, emergency.

Linda said...

Well said. I tend to note April 19, the anniversary of the OKC bombing, because it touched (thankfully a couple of times removed) my life personally. But September 11? How can we *not* remember it? And how dare anyone suggest that because not everyone observes the way they do, they don't observe at all? Typical sanctimonious crap.