During a quiet moment this reflective weekend, had the opportunity to list in my journal how, ten years later, September 11, 2001 has forever changed me. Last night I added one more. I offer this brief list NOT because it’s unique. Just the opposite. At whatever latitude and longitude, let us mourn. Together.
How My Life Is Different Post 9/11:
1. Fear and sadness are the fabric of my life.
2. I know more about Islam and day-to-day Middle-Eastern life.
3. I know I am being watched/under surveillance.
4. TWO wars daily break my heart.
5. I better know the answer to “Why do they hate us so?”
And finally, # 6, which came to me after reading Thomas Friedman’s piece in the NYT and while walking on a broken, trash-strewn sidewalk along Somerville Avenue—and after seeing “Higher Ground”:
“This is it.” Broken, neglected infrastructure, the hopelessness and futility and rage expressed by this crap is How It Is, How It Will Be, I fear.
(Unless, of course, you and I . . . )