It bothered me at the beginning, but getting someone else's feedback makes it more disturbing to me, especially that last remark, which I hadn't caught.
But I live here, and these are my neighbors, and there's a lot of them, and it's...of concern. People who somehow haven't been made human, or have had the humanity bred and trained out of them.
I hope it's not as bad as all that.
I don't understand a person for whom the sun rises and sets on himself. I can be selfish, of course. And I'm not saying I'm better. I just don't understand someone who can watch that and not say, "I have to go down and help." There was no man in that room. A trust-fund boytoy, I assume.
At least one of the women wept. But the detached, mechanized "documentarian" (if there is such a thing) in the other woman would make her J-school profs at Columbia proud.
The Clinton Generation comes of age. I shudder to think of people like this in positions of great responsibility.
My sisters and I had taken a trip to NYC in Dec. of ‘99. We toured the Trade Center at night. It was the most marvelous thing, looking at the lights, Christmas and otherwise, from the very top of the building. As I watched those buildings fall, I thought of all those people in the restaurant, in the offices, and the tourists just enjoying the view.