Tomorrow

Tomorrow is the 5th anniversary of that day. I don’t plan to say anything about it tomorrow. I’m tired of hearing about it. I’m tired of the almost religious fervor behind the words, “We will never forget.” Why do people need to announce to the world that they’ll never forget? Who in their right mind would forget? Why do people want to keep it alive and remember every gory detail? It’s like a sickness. I often wonder if this country will still fetishize the date and event in 20 years. It was a tragic day and I remember being afraid for several weeks, but I look back at the media frenzy and the political posturing and feel anger. There was no effort to calm the American public. Quite the opposite. Our fears were useful. Our fears were played like finely tuned instruments. They still are.

The people who were there and who lost loved ones have a right to observe the day in peace. They won’t get it. I’m sorry for that and for them.