Image via WikipediaIt has been an interesting week. With the backdrop of the tenth anniversary of that awful day combined with many of my co-workers doing remarkable work while watching another soul implode into the pointless depths of anger and blame.September 11th, 2001 is still, after all these years, a teachable moment, despite that many of the "lessons learned" being completely egregious and erroneous.
Hating Muslim people is still in vogue, but I can assure you that any misgivings you may have are ill considered. Blaming Muslim people for 911 is akin to saying that all Christians want to kill abortion doctors. It ain't necessarily so, and I will stand up against this particular brand of racism until my last breath, and I would hope that others would stand with me.
While I hope everyone took a moment to remember that awful day, I would like to think that September 12th should be equally remembered.
While September 11th, 2001 is yet another day of infamy in the human pantheon, September 12th and the days that followed taught me another lesson.
Make no mistake, the mood was sombre, but something had changed.
Diners were tipping heavily, the subway was wretched with people insisting that the other person go first, and a lot of us were reconnecting, calling the people that really mattered to us. I cannot help but think that in those early post 911 days something penetrated our commonality, whereby we understood in a very deep way that we are connected to one another, that our time together is very fragile, and that it can all be gone in a heartbeat.
We will always remember that awful day, but we should also remember the days that followed, when many of us took a moment to consider how fortunate we are to be here as we used our common sorrow as an expression of our humanity in a very tiny and significant fashion.
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