(I drafted this post last night but a bad cold knocked me out before I could post it.)
There’s not much to say about 9/11 that hasn’t been said. My tradition, since a year after, has been to call and talk to people I care about, to get in touch with friends I haven’t heard from in a while and to spend time with my family. There are many lessons from 9/11. The most important is the basic goodness and courage of the American people, who charged into burning buildings and fought hijackers in mid-air. But another is that we can lose people suddenly and awfully — to sudden illness, to accidents, to senseless acts of violence.
A generation of children are growing up to whom the “post-9/11″ world is normal. We have always been at war somewhere, TSA has always groped us and the President has always listened in on our telephone calls. How long are we going to go down this path? Until everyone thinks this is the way the world is?
In the meantime, I recommend some reading:
Popehat‘s ten-year anniversary post is always worth your time.
A letter from a 9/11 widow to her husband.
An interesting story about the photo of the man falling from one of the towers.
Those last two are hard reads.