September 13, 2001

[An email in reponse to one from a friend out west asking how I was responding to the attacks. (Link not in original.)]

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I'm hanging in there. Stressed and sad like most, I expect - and fearful of what happens next, wondering what's going to be the next loop in the cycle of retaliation and counter-retaliation, a cycle in which everyone (including us) views themselves as the wronged innocents. And, as the reports of attacks on, harassment of, and threats against Arabs and Muslims in the US begin to come in, as people equate Arab with Muslim and Muslim with fanatic (much as if they equated American with Christian and Christian with the KKK) and as cries of, in one form or another, "kill them all" start to rise, reminded of the dictum that those who deal in vengeance tend to become that which they say they oppose.

"We will never be the same" is an instant cliche. And it's certainly true - the question for us as a people now is what the change will be. I've been thinking of the last verse of "There But For Fortune" by Phil Ochs:

Show me the country
Where the bombs had to fall.
Show me the ruins/Of the buildings once so tall,
And I'll show you a young land
With so many reasons why
There but for fortune may go you or I.
We have indeed been fortunate, and still are. A good question now is when faced with misfortune (not in the sense of bad luck but of bad events) will we as a people act as mature adults who will think about what we do and what it will accomplish or as spoiled brats flailing wildly at any convenient target within reach?

The magnitude of the event remains a little hard to grasp, perhaps (perhaps) more so for those of us who grew up in or around NYC, for who the twin towers were a natural part of the skyline. I've been told that the closer people are to NYC, the more the shock hasn't worn off and the further away, the more anger there is. If there's a silver lining at all, maybe it's that the magnitude of the tragedy will keep us focused on the task of rescue and rebuilding long enough for the unreasoning anger to dissipate at least a little.

I know that's rather scattershot but that's kind of how I am now.