A personal story..some may find interesting....my youngest daughter had started her first job in July, after graduating from college. She was working in an office tower across the street from the WTC..When the first plane hit, they were soon told to evacuate..as most were heading out and down the stairs..they were told to return to their offices and stay inside...the feeling was they'd be safer from falling glass and debris..remember, this was a few minutes after the attack..in all the confusion. When the second plane hit, I was in midtown Manhattan at the time...I managed to get her on the phone..and told her to get out, go downstairs, and start walking north as fast as she could..I told her I'd head downtown and meet her at the Arch in Washington Square..she and several of her friends walked down 25 flights, and exited their building onto the plaza area in front of the WTC..several bodies landed within yards of them..FYI..she had a rough years after that, but is fine now...
“Not that I want to dwell on the horrific deaths, but if more Americans were made to understand that these terrorists are inhumane savages...we wouldn’t be focused on giving them lawyers, Korans, prayers rugs, soccer balls, medical care, and Mirandiziing then.”
I know we do it out of respect (faux for some, real for others), but I think seeing the horrific might put us back on track to respect life. There is something in all of us that responds physically and emotionally to the evil befalling us - we need to let that foment in righteous justice.