Posted on 09/11/2022 12:07:55 PM PDT by Rummyfan
In memory there is a dividing line on my life, a bright one, cutting across a bright and clear September day in the little Mountain Town of Manitou Springs.
I was a young mother, with two children in elementary school. Walking the boys to class – let that be a lesson to you – on that exceptionally fine day, I remember thinking we were finally where we wanted to be: we had a house we loved, the kids were happy in school, we had a writers’ group, and my first novel was coming out in a month. I remember thinking how much I liked my life.
For reasons I can no longer remember, older son got in half an hour before younger son that day. So I took an old science fiction paperback to read, and sat on the floor reading while younger son talked to his friends and ran around. When he went into the classroom, I walked back at a leisurely pace, and was making myself a cup of coffee when my best friend at the time (another young mother and writer) called screaming “Turn on your TV, turn on your TV.”
There the world rips in half, torn asunder.
It’s not the towers. It’s not the images of my fellow Americans jumping to their deaths from the burning buildings. It’s not the sense of violation, or the uncalled for attack from foreigners poisoned against us by an ideology masquerading as religion. It is what happened next.
In my mind what 9/11 did was rip down the gauzy veil through which I regarded my neighbors, my friends, my colleagues, as well as the future of my nation.
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Mrs Hoyt, thank you for this. I have been a happy fan of your writing. God Bless you and all in your family!
Thanks @Rummyfan for bringing this to us.
… They forget that in time of danger, in the face of the Enemy, they must trust and confide in each other, or perish.
They forget, in short, that there has ever been a category of human experience called the Enemy. And that, before 9/11, was what had happened to us. The very concept of the Enemy had been banished from our moral and political vocabulary. An enemy was just a friend we hadn’t done enough for — yet. Or perhaps there had been a misunderstanding, or an oversight on our part — something that we could correct. And this means that that our first task is that we must try to grasp what the concept of the Enemy really means.
The Enemy is someone who is willing to die in order to kill you. And while it is true that the Enemy always hates us for a reason — it is his reason, and not ours.
Anyone else remember how OUTRAGED some of the pre-snowflakes got when those firemen got the flag off of a boat in that NYC Marina? And then the heart attacks over that Tower remanent that was a visual cross, HOW DARE THEY!
The much vaunted “unity” that some lament was never really there, not even during the attack, I know this because I was online at the time and logged into a university run BBS.
Certain members of congress refused to even stand together on the steps of the Capitol.
And then the response, the aftermath, and further degradation of our society.
“Mission Accomplished”.
Sarah Hoyt is always good.
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