We have just passed the 25th anniversary of September
11th 2001. It is one of those dates forever etched in my mind.
I recently completed the performance run of a play with a
dozen teenagers in the cast, and I realized that none of them were alive when
September 11th happened. For them it is just one of those historical
events that old people talk about. It is the same way I feel about Pearl
Harbor. It was a tragic life-changing event. But what’s missing is the personal
visceral imprint on the psyche that happened on that day in September of 2001.
Anyone who was alive when Pearl Harbor happened would have that same visceral
feeling about it. The world was a different place before December 7th,
1941, than it was after. Roosevelt called it “A date which will live in
infamy.”
There have been a number of dates that live in infamy. You
can go through history and find these life-changing events periodically: the
sinking of the Lusitania, the attack on Fort Sumter, the beheadings of King
Louis XVI, or King Charles I. But it is especially true in the age of mass
media when events like this can spread through the country like wildfire. This
means that everyone pretty much knew what happened within a day. When Louis XVI
and his wife were beheaded, it might have taken weeks for news of this to reach
every person in France let alone the rest of the world. With radio and news
services, word of Pearl Harbor, or September 11th, or the assassination
of JFK were quickly known by everyone. And
word travels even faster now with the internet and social media.
Reading about something in a history book is not the same
as watching it unfold on live TV. For one thing, in the history book you know
how it’s going to end. As we watched 9/11 happen, we didn’t know what was going
to come next. We didn’t know what the response would be. We didn’t know when or
if life would ever get back to normal. And living through it makes an emotional imprint. All those immediate stories of heroism, of sacrifice, of loss, they
don’t carry the same impact when they are told from a distance. Reading about
an event years after the fact, seldom makes you cry.
So, for those of you who weren’t alive for 9/11, know this:
there were real tears in our eyes that day. Something was broken, and it wasn’t
just buildings. And those of us who were around back then sincerely hope that
you never have to experience something similar.

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