Sep. 11th, 2011 11:55 am
Writer's Block: 9/11
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I don't remember exactly what was going on that day, though I do remember waking up to a phone call from M telling me to turn on the TV. As nasty as the day was, however, the aftermath was far worse.
10 years ago, I was singing with the chorus and still had delusions of a professional career that direction; getting over a horrid breakup; enjoying my then-newish house and playing a crapload of Asheron's Call. I hadn't yet got into my first fandom stuff, and my intarweebs doodlings were limited to a couple of mailing lists, a sad little personal page and a few remaining forays into Usenet. We'd only had Fammy for a little while then, and Kitty Bob and Punky were just barely seniors. Penny was 6.
My own life has changed dramatically since then. Went back to school, bought a new house, tried--in vain--to get pregnant, traveled a lot, fixed some health issues, etc. Lots of big stuff. Virtually everything my life is right now is all because of things that happened in the last 10 years. I've left most of the rest of my life behind, now. And I expect a lot more to change for me in the next 10.
The rest of the country, however? Maybe not so much.
To be sure, a lot of good things have happened. There have been significant advances in GLBT rights, for instance. Even though we've also lost a lot of those battles--there are only a few states where same-sex couples can legally marry and adopt children--we've gained quite a bit of ground, too. And we did manage to elect a dark-skinned guy as president, and he's done some good stuff (though not as much as I'd have liked, because he was too busy trying to play nice with people who had no intention of doing so.)
But the aftermath of what happened 10 years ago also threw us off the track we'd been on in the '90s. We should have had a flourishing economy, a comfortable level of equal rights and major progress toward ensuring that our species still has a habitable environment in the future. Instead, we've thrown billions at pointless wars, alienated many of our allies around the world and so dismantled education that only 40% of Americans "believe in" evolution.
The jingoism that sprouted in the wake of the attacks got such a toehold in American politics that virtually the entire GOP has now been taken over by utter lunatics. No longer the staid, balanced-budget wonks of a generation ago, this new GOP order is driven by fervent faith: in religion, in Randian philosophy, in Friedmanite economic theories that have long since been disproven.
They've decided what a "real" American is, and if you don't fit that very narrow description, you're the enemy, and can legitimately be deprived of rights. They've advocated economic policies that emphasize short-term gain for the ownership class over long-term, sustainable growth that benefits everyone. They've turned education into a dirty word, and have made huge chunks of the population believe that "wasting" a few thousand dollars on a few public services cheats is a far worse crime than spending billions on finding better ways to blow people up.
In short? The terrorists won.
The point of terrorism isn't the destruction their attacks cause, but the lingering fear of future ones, and the chaos that follows that fear. In the last 10 years, that fear has so overtaken American culture that it has utterly decimated what our country was and is. That fear forced people to retreat into the supposed safety of sameness, and fed an ever-growing mistrust of anyone who wasn't immediately recognizable as an "us." That fear made us ripe for exploitation by people who had a vested interest in keeping us occupied by it so we didn't notice they were laying waste to the economy. That fear made us think there's absolutely nothing wrong with groping a 2-year-old child at an airport because, heavens, she might be hiding a bomb in her diaper.
Is this really the legacy that the people who died that day would have wanted to leave? Or, in our fervor to avenge their deaths, have we instead sullied their memory with destruction far greater than taking down a couple of buildings?
I don't remember exactly what was going on that day, though I do remember waking up to a phone call from M telling me to turn on the TV. As nasty as the day was, however, the aftermath was far worse.
10 years ago, I was singing with the chorus and still had delusions of a professional career that direction; getting over a horrid breakup; enjoying my then-newish house and playing a crapload of Asheron's Call. I hadn't yet got into my first fandom stuff, and my intarweebs doodlings were limited to a couple of mailing lists, a sad little personal page and a few remaining forays into Usenet. We'd only had Fammy for a little while then, and Kitty Bob and Punky were just barely seniors. Penny was 6.
My own life has changed dramatically since then. Went back to school, bought a new house, tried--in vain--to get pregnant, traveled a lot, fixed some health issues, etc. Lots of big stuff. Virtually everything my life is right now is all because of things that happened in the last 10 years. I've left most of the rest of my life behind, now. And I expect a lot more to change for me in the next 10.
The rest of the country, however? Maybe not so much.
To be sure, a lot of good things have happened. There have been significant advances in GLBT rights, for instance. Even though we've also lost a lot of those battles--there are only a few states where same-sex couples can legally marry and adopt children--we've gained quite a bit of ground, too. And we did manage to elect a dark-skinned guy as president, and he's done some good stuff (though not as much as I'd have liked, because he was too busy trying to play nice with people who had no intention of doing so.)
But the aftermath of what happened 10 years ago also threw us off the track we'd been on in the '90s. We should have had a flourishing economy, a comfortable level of equal rights and major progress toward ensuring that our species still has a habitable environment in the future. Instead, we've thrown billions at pointless wars, alienated many of our allies around the world and so dismantled education that only 40% of Americans "believe in" evolution.
The jingoism that sprouted in the wake of the attacks got such a toehold in American politics that virtually the entire GOP has now been taken over by utter lunatics. No longer the staid, balanced-budget wonks of a generation ago, this new GOP order is driven by fervent faith: in religion, in Randian philosophy, in Friedmanite economic theories that have long since been disproven.
They've decided what a "real" American is, and if you don't fit that very narrow description, you're the enemy, and can legitimately be deprived of rights. They've advocated economic policies that emphasize short-term gain for the ownership class over long-term, sustainable growth that benefits everyone. They've turned education into a dirty word, and have made huge chunks of the population believe that "wasting" a few thousand dollars on a few public services cheats is a far worse crime than spending billions on finding better ways to blow people up.
In short? The terrorists won.
The point of terrorism isn't the destruction their attacks cause, but the lingering fear of future ones, and the chaos that follows that fear. In the last 10 years, that fear has so overtaken American culture that it has utterly decimated what our country was and is. That fear forced people to retreat into the supposed safety of sameness, and fed an ever-growing mistrust of anyone who wasn't immediately recognizable as an "us." That fear made us ripe for exploitation by people who had a vested interest in keeping us occupied by it so we didn't notice they were laying waste to the economy. That fear made us think there's absolutely nothing wrong with groping a 2-year-old child at an airport because, heavens, she might be hiding a bomb in her diaper.
Is this really the legacy that the people who died that day would have wanted to leave? Or, in our fervor to avenge their deaths, have we instead sullied their memory with destruction far greater than taking down a couple of buildings?
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